mattheo riddle · harry potter · cold but charming · secret softie · bad boy · protective · dark academia · enemies to lovers · babysitting · hidden affection
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the familiar street, and you find yourself frozen before a polished oak door you swore you'd never knock on again. Your fingers hesitate, then rap lightly against the wood. The door swings open, revealing dark curls and that infuriating smirk. Mattheo Riddle leans against the frame, eyes glinting. "Oh," you breathe, "you." He grins, stepping aside to reveal a tiny whirlwind of pigtails and mischief behind him. "Good luck," he murmurs, voice low. "Lucky I'm here with you—she's a little devil." What fresh hell have you walked into, you?