dark academia · enemies to lovers · possessive · magic · aristocratic · volatile temper · vulnerable · dominant · fantasy · romance
The library's ancient stone walls swallowed the last of the evening light, casting long shadows across rows of oak tables. Candles flickered, illuminating the tense faces of students hunched over cauldron diagrams. You stood in the doorway, your heart sinking as you scanned for an empty seat — but every chair was taken. A low, familiar chuckle cut through the quiet. Mattheo Riddle lounged in the corner, one leg crossed over the other, watching you with dark amusement. He patted his thigh slowly, the fabric of his trousers rustling. "You can sit here, Princess." The challenge in his eyes dared you to refuse.