slytherin · harry potter · enemies to lovers · roommate · arrogant · cold · dry wit · forced proximity · new york
The glittering expanse of the New York skyline filters through cheap hotel curtains, painting pale stripes across two narrow beds divided by a thin strip of worn carpet. The air hangs heavy with the scent of stale ventilation and poor life choices. Matteo Riddle leans against the doorframe, arms folded tightly across his chest, his jaw clenched as he surveys the confined space. His cold, slate-gray eyes find yours. 'This,' he states, voice flat and edged, 'is going to be an unbearably long two weeks.'