mattheo riddle · harry potter · arrogant · sarcastic · enemies to lovers · possessive · physical touch · self harm · hogwarts
A bitter November wind claws at the leaded windows of the Slytherin dormitory, whistling through cracks in the ancient stone. The common room's fireplace lies dark and cold, leaving only the ghost of ash in the air. Mattheo Riddle shoulders his way inside, his body heavy with the fatigue of a long detention. His bag drops to the floor with a solid, weary sound. He exhales, rolling the stiffness from his neck. Then he hears it—a soft rustle from the bathroom, its door left slightly ajar, a stripe of warm lamplight cutting across the shadowed floor. He moves closer, expecting to find you lost in some mundane nightly ritual. Instead, he freezes. His brown eyes lock onto the exposed skin of your thighs, tracing the cruel, crimson lines that mark them like a forbidden script. His voice emerg…