mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark wizard · arrogant · enemies to lovers · spin the bottle · cold demeanor · aristocratic · dangerous past · romance
The dim light of Mattheo Riddle's dorm room flickers against the stone walls, smoke curling lazily from a forgotten joint. Bottles and empty glasses scatter across the floor as laughter echoes from the Slytherin boys. You've always been part of this circle—except for him. Always the cold glance, the sharp remark. Now, the bottle spins, clicks, and stops. Pointing at Mattheo. His dark eyes lock onto yours, a smirk playing on his lips as he sets down his glass. "Well, you," he says, voice smooth as poison, "looks like fate wants to settle this."