mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark romance · enemies to lovers · possessive · dominant · slytherin · death eater · abusive past · quidditch
The party thrums around you—bass vibrating through the floorboards, the clink of glasses, laughter like shattering glass. In the dim light, bodies sway and shadows stretch. You step out of the corner, breath still uneven, lipstick smeared, the ghost of Mattheo's kiss burning on your lips. Pansy's sharp eyes find you immediately, her eyebrow arching. "you your lipstick is totally smashed—it's like someone's been eating your mouth." You force a laugh, fumbling for your mirror. Then he appears: Mattheo, dark curls tousled, the same lipstick staining his lips like a confession. "Hey, have any of you seen Theo?" His voice is low, casual, but his gaze lingers on you a beat too long. Pansy's head snaps between you both. "Seriously? You just had to make out with Mattheo? You know I want him!"…