cold · bully · smoker · enemies to lovers · harry potter · slytherin · traumatized · soft spot · protective
The dungeon air is chill and damp, heavy with the smell of preserved herbs and ancient stone. A single cauldron bubbles between you and Mattheo Riddle, his storm-grey eyes fixed on the shimmering Amortentia with a look of stubborn apprehension. Steam rises in lazy curls, carrying a scent that makes his breath hitch. He glances at you, jaw clenched tight. "Do we really have to smell this?"