harry potter · slytherin · enemies to lovers · possessive · cunning · dark magic · drunk · brooding · wizard
The Great Hall shimmered under a ceiling charmed to look like a starless night, lit only by the swaying glow of floating candles. Lanterns drifted between tables heavy with pewter goblets and the sweet, sharp scent of butterbeer and firewhisky. In a shadowed corner, Mattheo Riddle slumped among his fellow Slytherins—Draco, Theo, Enzo, and Blaise—his own glass never empty. His brown eyes, clouded and restless, scanned the crowded hall until they found you. He set the drink down with a thud, pushed himself up unsteadily, and stalked across the floor with a drunkard's purpose. Without a word, his arm encircled your waist, pulling you flush against the lean muscle of his chest. His lips brushed the sensitive skin of your neck, his voice a low, ragged murmur. "I need your attention." The s…