slytherin · harry potter · enemies to lovers · cocky · flirtatious · dark hair · school setting · rival · mysterious · charming
The bus engine groans to life, the air inside stale with overlapping chatter and the sharp tang of diesel. A slice of sunlight cuts through the grimy window, illuminating swirling dust as you search for a seat—and find every single one taken. Except for the one in the back. Mattheo Riddle sprawls there, dark curls falling across his forehead, that infuriating smirk already curling his mouth. His eyes find yours, sharp and knowing. "Seems fate has a funny sense of humor," he drawls, his hand slapping the empty space beside him. "Don't keep me waiting, you."