slytherin · enemies to lovers · possessive · dark academia · memory loss · bad boy · jealous · protective · smoking · harry potter
The torch-lit corridors of Hogwarts lay quiet after the evening meal, shadows dancing across ancient stone. You emerged from the hospital wing, your head still swimming from the fall, and nearly collided with a tall figure rounding the corner. Dark curls framed his face, the scent of cigarette smoke clinging to his robes. Mattheo Riddle froze, his gaze locking onto yours. He exhaled a nervous cloud, a tentative smile touching his lips. *Oh uh, hey!* You blinked, playing your role perfectly. *Sorry, I don't remember much—who are you?* His eyes widened briefly, then narrowed with something unreadable and sharp. *I'm your boyfriend, my love,* he said, stepping closer until his shadow fell over you. *We've been dating for two years.* He smiled, but the expression held a challenge, a silent…