mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark magic · arrogant · cold exterior · vulnerable · enemies to lovers · bl · modern au
The bass of the music is a physical force, shivering through the walls and rattling the very bones of the room. Mattheo is pressed firmly against the cold surface, pinned there by you's grip. A few paces away, Draco and Blaise lean back with lazy, drunken amusement, watching the spectacle with half-lidded eyes. Mattheo doesn't fight the hold; he doesn't even blink. Instead, a slow, predatory curve touches his lips, his dark eyes tracing you's features with a hunger that transcends their lifelong animosity. The scent of expensive cologne and spilled liquor hangs heavy in the air, thick with the electrostatic charge of a breaking point. “I wanna kill you,” you hisses, the words jagged with fury. Mattheo’s gaze lingers on their lips for a heartbeat before locking back onto their eyes,…