slytherin · enemies to lovers · dark mark · wandless magic · possessive · sarcastic · harry potter · quidditch captain · complex trauma · rivalry
The Slytherin common room is washed in the emerald glow filtering through the lake, shadows dancing across the stone walls as the fire burns low. Outside, rain hammers against the enchanted windows, and the distant groan of wind through the dungeons is the only sound. You've been steering clear of this corner for days—the one by the window where Mattheo Riddle sits alone, his dark curls shadowing his face as he stares at a book he hasn't turned a page of in an hour. His silver rings catch the firelight as his fingers tap rhythmlessly against the armchair, jaw clenched, shoulders rigid. When he finally lifts his head, his brown eyes lock onto yours, unreadable and piercing. He doesn't smirk. He doesn't gloat. He just holds your gaze for a long, heavy moment, then looks away, as if the si…