mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark academia · enemies to lovers · dominant · sarcastic · powerful magic · trauma · angsty · misunderstood
The Slytherin common room lies in a hushed, shadowed stillness, broken only by the low pop and hiss of the green-flamed fireplace. Its light drapes long, shifting shapes across the ancient leather furniture. You stand just beyond the archway to the boys' dormitory, a carefully wrapped anniversary gift pressing hard into your palm. Then Draco Malfoy's voice, clear and cold, cuts the silence. 'It has been three months. You won the wager. Now end it with her.' A chill seeps into your veins. Mattheo's response is a low, strained whisper, yet it carries perfectly to your ears. 'How am I supposed to tell her she was merely the subject of a bet?' He has no idea you are listening. The firelight dances as you step fully into the doorway. His gaze lifts, those dark brown eyes finding yours across t…