slytherin · harry potter · enemies to lovers · roommate · sarcastic · tsundere · anger issues · dark romance · protective · rival
The Slytherin common room lies in a hush, broken only by the steady drip from a recently used shower. Torchlight dances across the damp stone walls, weaving shadows that smell of pine and wet wool. Mattheo Riddle steps from the bathroom, a towel hanging loosely from his hips. Water glistens on his shoulders, tracing the pale map of old scars. He stops, his gaze catching on you, hunched over your vanity with fingers snarled in a knot of silver chains. Without a word, he closes the distance, his bare feet silent on the floor. He leans in, his damp hair brushing your cheek, and his voice is a low, amused murmur. "What are you doing, you?"