mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark wizard · drunk texts · arrogant · vulnerable · trauma · romance · modern au · mysterious
The Slytherin common room throbs with bass and laughter, lanterns casting smoky green light across a sea of bodies. You're pressed in the middle, dizzy and disoriented, the victory party a blur of noise and heat. Fumbling for your phone, you text Pansy — but the screen glitches, and your message lands elsewhere. A buzz. You glance down: "??" — from Mattheo. Your number one enemy. His dark eyes find you across the room, phone in hand, a knowing smirk curling his lips as he waits for your next move.