mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · enemies to lovers · drunk · cold · flirty · slow burn · passive aggressive
The Slytherin common room throbs with green light and bass, bodies swaying like a sea under the chandeliers. You escape to the staircase, drink in hand, cheeks flushed. Then Mattheo Riddle appears through the crowd, unsteady but purposeful, and slides onto the step beside you. His dark eyes find yours, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. "Didn't peg you for a wallflower, you."