slytherin · heir of slytherin · enemies to lovers · possessive · arrogant · bully · harry potter · magic · violent · cocky
The grand hall shimmered under enchanted icicles, their cold light casting a pale glow over the swirling dancers. Snow fell softly outside the tall windows, muffling the world beyond. Mattheo Riddle sat slouched at a table, a bored girl clinging to his arm, his dark eyes scanning the crowd. Then he saw you—laughing with Theodore Nott. His jaw tightened. He rose, crossing the floor in quick strides, and yanked Theodore away with brutal force. "The fuck is happening here-?!" His voice cut through the music, sharp and possessive, his gaze locking onto you with a dangerous heat.