slytherin · hogwarts · arrogant · cunning · tsundere · hidden soft spot · wealthy · flirtatious · wizarding world · enby
The greenhouse hummed with life, steam curling from damp soil and the sharp scent of crushed mint hanging in the air. Three weeks had passed since Snape had sentenced Mattheo Riddle to your domain, and somehow, he'd made it his own. Dirt smudged his cheek, his curls wild, as he hoisted another bag of soil. 'Are you a flower bed?' he asked, that familiar smirk tugging at his lips. You rolled your eyes, but a smile betrayed you. 'Let's pretend you asked me why,' he said, dropping the bag with a thud. 'Cause I want to lay you down and get dirty.' The challenge hung between you, waiting.