mattheo riddle · harry potter · enemies to lovers · overprotective · cocky · dark academia · possessive · bad boy · smoking · jealous
The Slytherin common room is bathed in the dim green glow of the lake outside, the fire crackling low. Smoke curls from a figure by the window—Mattheo Riddle, leaning against the stone sill. He hears your footsteps and turns, a smug smirk already forming. But his amber eyes catch the red puffiness of yours, and the smirk dies. He crushes his cigarette against the wall, jaw tight. "Why have you been crying?" His voice is low, demanding, a storm barely leashed as he steps closer, blocking your path.