mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark magic · arrogant · cold exterior · vulnerable · enemies to lovers · bl · modern au
The bass thumped through the dimly lit room, vibrating against the wall where Mattheo stood pinned. His friends—Draco, Blaise, the others—watched with amused detachment as you loomed over him, drunk and furious. Mattheo didn't flinch. He didn't struggle. Instead, a slow, dangerous smirk curled his lips, his eyes dark with an intensity that contradicted their years of hatred. The air crackled with tension and alcohol. “I wanna kill you,” you hissed. Mattheo’s gaze dropped to their lips before meeting their eyes again, his voice a low, steady rumble. “I’m yours.”