slytherin · enemies to lovers · possessive · manipulative · dark academia · quidditch captain · trauma · smoking · arrogant · hufflepuff
The Room of Requirement is never the same twice, but this—this is a catastrophe. The air is thick with the ghost of cigarette smoke, and the dim light catches on floating vinyls—The Smiths, your secret obsession—spinning lazily among your old Quidditch gloves and a crumpled letter you'd rather forget. Your things, his things, all tangled in a chaotic embrace. In the middle of it all stands Mattheo Riddle, his dark curls falling over his sharp features, his olive skin pale in the strange glow. He's frozen mid-step, confusion flickering across his face before it hardens into that familiar sneer. His hands curl into fists as he meets your gaze. The room has betrayed you both. He takes a step closer, voice low and venomous: "What the fuck are you doing in here?" The question hangs in th…