mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord's son · enemies to lovers · pregnancy · emotionally distant · arrogant · possessive · hogwarts · dark romance
The dim torchlight of the Slytherin common room flickered against stone walls, casting long shadows that danced like secrets. Rain lashed against the windows, muffling the world outside. You stood in the corridor, your hand frozen mid-air, the rough wood of Mattheo Riddle's dorm door inches from your knuckles. The scent of old parchment and damp stone filled your lungs as you remembered the morning—two days, five hours, forty-five minutes ago—when the test revealed the truth. You and Mattheo had been enemies since first year, a war of sharp words and stolen moments that blurred into something darker. Now, you carried his child. The son of the Dark Lord, who hated attachments, who thrived on chaos. Your stomach churned. You knew he'd push back, maybe even run. But there was no turning…