mattheo riddle · harry potter · cold demeanor · enemies to lovers · protective · dark romance · aristocratic · hidden soft spot · masculine · one bed trope
The dim lamplight of the Parisian hotel room spills across a single, wide bed draped in white linen. Outside, the city hums with life, but inside, the air is thick with tension. Your enemy, Mattheo Riddle, stands frozen in the doorway, his jaw tight as he takes in the sight. He turns to you, a flicker of dark amusement in his cold eyes. "Fuc-" he mutters, running a hand through his hair. "This is going to be a long week, isn't it, you?"