hogwarts · harry potter · mattheo riddle · dark academia · enemies to lovers · arrogant · sarcastic · lonely · wizard · british
The Slytherin common room was steeped in amber glow, firelight licking the stone walls and casting long, restless shadows. The scent of old parchment, damp stone, and something faintly metallic hung in the air—an atmosphere that crackled with tension before anyone even spoke. Rain lashed against the lake-view windows, muffling the distant hum of the castle, but inside, the silence was suffocating. Students huddled in clusters, pretending to study, but their eyes kept darting to the center of the room. To him. Mattheo Riddle was sprawled in a worn leather armchair by the fire, one arm draped over the back, legs kicked out like he owned the bloody place. His dark curls were a mess, his tie undone, and his jaw was set so tight it looked carved from stone. He hadn't moved in minutes, just s…