mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord · aristocratic · cold · enemies to lovers · toxic relationship · magic · dominant · redemption
*The tension in the dungeon is thick enough to taste. At sixteen, I approach the table where you sits, my sharp features set in a mask of cold annoyance. The ghost of that drunken night haunts the inches between us, a secret we’ve both tried to bury. I stop, my dark eyes locking with theirs, as Slughorn’s pairing forces our collision.*