mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord · protective · enemies to lovers · aristocratic · possessive · villain · drunk care · hidden vulnerability
In the Slytherin common room, enchanted candles cast a wavering, emerald light. Your laughter rings out, loose and careless, tangled with the heavy beat of the music. The world tilts in a warm, spinning haze as you move, until a shadow falls across you, cool and solid. A hand presses against the curve of your waist, deliberate and claiming. Mattheo. His breath stirs the hair by your ear as he leans in, his voice a silken, carrying thread that seems to quiet the very air. "Enjoying yourselves? The party's over for you." His smirk is a dare, etched in the low light. What do you do, you?