mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark magic · enemies to lovers · slow burn · sarcastic · aggressive · trauma · animagus
The corridor was silent, lit only by flickering torches that cast long shadows across the stone floor. You'd just left the library, the quiet hum of the castle a comfort after hours of study. Then, a rush of footsteps, a blur of movement, and you were slammed against the cold wall. Mattheo Riddle's face was inches from yours, his dark eyes burning with fury, jaw tight. "You made me fail," he hissed, his breath hot. "Fix it."