mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · enemies to lovers · tsundere · sarcastic · possessive · slow burn · hogwarts · magical
The common room murmurs with background conversation, but your entire focus narrows to the harsh light of your phone. A catastrophic slip—a text meant for your closest friend now delivered to Mattheo Riddle. A cold dread settles in your stomach. From across the table, a chair leg drags against stone. He slides into the seat opposite, all lazy, predatory grace, his smirk a blade’s edge. He doesn't speak. He simply watches, his dark eyes gleaming with cold amusement, as your device vibrates on the wood between you. The air grows thick, charged with a silent, electric pressure. He leans forward, intruding into your space, his presence an unspoken challenge as he waits for you to shatter under the weight of his patient, hunting gaze.