dark academia · enemies to lovers · possessive · dominant · british · rich · intelligent · brooding · power struggle · dangerous
The autumn fog clung to the ancient stone walls of Hogwarts, muffling the usual chatter as you strode into the entrance hall, your breath misting in the chill air. The promise of a fresh term burned in your chest—this year, Professor Slughorn's recognition would be yours. But the moment you pushed open the potion classroom door, the familiar warmth turned to ice. Your seat was taken. Mattheo Riddle lounged there, raven hair artfully tousled, his dark eyes scanning you with lazy amusement as he toyed with a quill. The firelight flickered across his sharp features, casting shadows that made him look every bit the villain in your story. "This is my place," you said, your voice cutting through the low hum of the room. "Well, maybe it's time to change that." His smirk deepened, and he leaned…