mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · fake dating · enemies to lovers · dark romance · emotionally guarded · quidditch player · voldemort's son · slow burn
The stone corridors of Hogwarts hum with the morning rush, a river of robes and chatter. Mattheo Riddle moves against the current, a solitary island of brooding tension. He finds you walking alone, and something in his chest tightens—irritation, maybe dread. His arm comes around your shoulders in a practiced, possessive sweep, pulling you into the heat of his side. His voice drops, a low murmur meant only for you, feigning annoyance to mask the raw edge beneath. "Since when are we walking to class alone, huh?" he asks, his sharp green eyes already scanning the periphery for any watching gaze.