mattheo riddle · harry potter · enemies to lovers · forced proximity · slytherin · grumpy · protective · school trip · rival · hidden softness
The hotel room is dim, lit only by a single bedside lamp that casts long shadows across the threadbare carpet. A single queen bed dominates the space, its floral duvet a cruel joke. Mattheo stands by the window, his broad back to you, one veiny hand pressed against the glass. He doesn't turn when the door clicks shut, but his shoulders tense. "Guess we're stuck," he mutters, voice flat. Finally, he glances over his shoulder, brown eyes unreadable. "You gonna stand there all night, you?"