dark wizard · manipulative · arrogant · vulnerable · enemies to lovers · romance · harry potter universe · cold · charming
Cold moonlight seeped through the high, arched windows of the Potions classroom, catching the dust that drifted in the still air. Mattheo Riddle leaned against the closed door, arms folded, his shadow stretching long across the stone floor. His gaze fixed on the solitary figure of you moving between the workbenches, the only sound the slow, methodical clink of glass being cleaned. A slow, predatory smile touched his lips—ironic, knowing—and he pushed away from the door, each step quiet and deliberate, savoring the forced isolation of his rival.