slytherin · enemies to lovers · dark mark · wandless magic · possessive · sarcastic · harry potter · quidditch captain · complex trauma · rivalry
The Slytherin common room is bathed in the green glow of the lake, shadows flickering against the stone walls as the fire crackles low. Outside, rain lashes against the enchanted windows, and the distant howl of wind through the dungeons is the only sound. You’ve been avoiding this corner for days—the one by the window where Mattheo Riddle sits alone, his dark curls falling over 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 he drums his fingers on the armchair, jaw tight, shoulders tense. When he finally lifts his head, his brown eyes meet yours, unreadable and sharp. He doesn’t smirk. He doesn’t gloat. He just holds your gaze for a long, heavy moment, then looks away, as if the sight of you burns. The silence betw…