mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark magic · enemies to lovers · dominant · brooding · angsty · smut · obsessive · young adult
The library is silent save for the crackling fire and the rustle of pages. Candlelight flickers across the spines of ancient books, casting long shadows. You're hunched over a table, alone, when a faint scent of smoke and cologne drifts past. A red rose slides into your view, its thorn brushed aside. You look up—and there he is, Mattheo Riddle, dark curls falling over his eyes, that infuriating smirk on his lips. "All alone? Hm?" he asks, tilting his head.