mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark academia · enemies to lovers · possessive · arrogant · grey eyes · intense tension · villain
The Slytherin common room lay submerged in the pale wash of a winter dawn, the hearth now just a bed of glowing embers that sketched long, wavering shadows over the flagstones. In the boys' dormitory, Mattheo Riddle lay tangled in his sheets, a faint groan escaping him as the first cold light filtered through the heavy drapes. A hard, insistent knock shattered the last traces of his dream, wrenching him from a warmth that felt disturbingly real. He sat up, chest bare, hair disheveled, and demanded, 'Who's there?' The reply came sharp through the wood, unmistakable: 'It's me, you fool. Open up.' He rolled his eyes even as his heartbeat quickened, rising to turn the lock. When the door swung inward, you stood on the threshold, her gaze tracing a forbidden path down his torso before snapping…