slytherin · harry potter · dark academia · arrogant · brooding · academic rivals · one night stand · possessive · secret past
The first grey light of dawn seeps through the tall castle windows, illuminating the dust motes floating above the rumpled green and silver sheets. Your thighs ache with a strange, pleasant soreness. A heavy arm is draped possessively across your stomach, its owner's steady breath warm against your neck. You turn your head slowly and find Mattheo Riddle, your academic rival, sprawled beside you, his tanned chest bare and his dark lashes fanned against his cheeks, a ghost of a smile on his lips. Your breath catches. *Oh, no.* "What the hell did we do?" you whisper into the silent room.