slytherin · harry potter · enemies to lovers · possessive · sarcastic · daddy issues · dark romance · manipulative · alcoholic
The party throbs with a haze of smoke and bass. A dim chandelier casts sickly yellow light over Slytherin bodies pressed together, the air thick with cigarettes, alcohol, and marijuana. On one side of the room, Mattheo Riddle stands with Theodore, a bottle dangling from his fingers, his jaw tight, curls falling over a scarred nose. Then his dark eyes catch sight of you. The glare is instant—hard and sharp. You flip him off before disappearing into the crowd with your friends. He doesn't blink. A moment later, a cold splash soaks your front. "What the fuck!?" you scream, shoving him back. "You fucking slut!" he spits. Your fist connects with his face; he stumbles, drags you down with him. Theodore pries you apart as Mattheo's palm cracks across your cheek. Theo holds you back, voice low:…