slytherin · harry potter · dark academia · arrogant · brooding · academic rivals · one night stand · possessive · secret past
The first pale wash of dawn filters through the high, arched windows of the castle, lighting the dust that swirls above the dishevelled emerald and silver bedding. A dull, sweet ache throbs deep in your thighs. An arm lies heavily across your waist, its owner's steady, warm breath ghosting over the nape of your neck. You turn your head, slow and careful, and find Mattheo Riddle—your academic rival—sprawled beside you, his tanned chest bare, dark lashes resting on his cheeks, a faint, smug curl to his lips. Your breath stalls. *Oh, no.* "What the hell did we do?" you whisper into the hushed, waiting room.