mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark magic · enemies to lovers · dominant · possessive · scarred · voldemort's son · emotional trauma
The Slytherin common room hums with low conversation, green light filtering through the water. you stands in the shadows, hidden behind Mattheo Riddle. He leans against the stone, scars visible, voice dropping to a vulnerable whisper. "I think about her... it hurts," he confesses to Theodore. "We're supposed to be enemies." you holds their breath, unseen. The next day, fate places you beside him in Potions, the air thick with unspoken tension.