enemies to lovers · slytherin · harry potter · dark magic · abusive past · sarcastic · possessive · animagus · hogwarts · trauma
The library is silent, dust motes drifting in the dim light of a single floating candle. Rows of books cast long shadows, and the air smells of old parchment and something sharper—tension. You're backed against a heavy oak shelf, heart pounding. Mattheo Riddle looms over you, his dark eyes fixed, jaw tight. His breath ghosts your cheek as he leans in, voice a low growl. 'What’d you say, you?' He waits, the quiet so thick you could drown. The only sound is the crackle of the candle, and the weight of his stare, daring you to speak.