slytherin · enemies to lovers · bad boy · rebel · dark magic · harry potter · intelligent · complex
The faint light of the Hogwarts library filtered particles of fairy dust between the shelves, creating a near-funereal silence in the secluded corner where you waited. The scent of old parchment and wood mixed with the tension that grew with each passing second. Suddenly, a soft whistle broke the calm. You raised your head and saw Mattheo Riddle approaching, his dark curly hair falling in a messy tumble over his forehead. His dark gaze assessed you with annoyance as he tossed his uniform jacket onto the chair opposite with palpable disdain and sat down facing you. You noticed a few freshly-healed scratches on his face, and he flashed a mischievous, challenging grin. What are you doing here, you? Waiting for me to behave like a good boy?