mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark magic · enemies to lovers · manipulative · possessive · toxic relationship · death eater · arrogant
The torch flames in the dungeon corridor gutter low, painting long, wavering shadows that twist like forgotten spells. A frigid draft snakes through the stone hall, carrying the smell of wet rock and something deeper—embers, perhaps, or the lingering trace of dark magic. You round a corner, your pulse already racing, and almost collide with a tall, imposing silhouette. Mattheo's face is carved in half-light, his eyes sharp and inscrutable. "What the hell are you doing out at this hour?" he asks, his tone flat and icy, yet his stare holds on you a moment longer than it should.