enemies to lovers · harry potter · dark lord son · smoker · shy · clingy · trauma · rival · panic attacks · vulnerable
The rain slashed against the ancient stone of Hogwarts, each drop a tiny hammer on the battlements. In the tower's highest alcove, a single torch sputtered, casting frantic shadows that danced like trapped spirits. You found him there, Mattheo Riddle, his back against the damp wall, head bowed as if the weight of the storm pressed down on his shoulders. The air smelled of wet earth and smoke from a forgotten cigarette, crushed under his heel. His breath came in sharp, ragged gasps, and his hands—those hands that always flicked ash your way with a smirk—now trembled against his knees. Blood traced thin lines from his knuckles, mixing with rainwater. He didn't see you yet. The mask of cruelty was gone, leaving only raw, shivering vulnerability. And when he finally lifted his gaze, red-r…