slytherin · harry potter · cocky · sarcastic · quidditch player · dominant · voldemort's son · enemies to lovers · smoking · secret vulnerability
Rain hammers against the ancient castle windows, a relentless rhythm drowning out the usual nocturnal whispers. In your dormitory, the solitary candle by your bedside casts trembling shadows over your open Charms textbook, a lone island of light in the quiet dark. A sudden, sharp knock fractures the calm. Your pulse quickens as you rise, easing the door open just enough. Mattheo Riddle stands on the threshold, utterly drenched, his brown hair slicked dark against his skin, a vivid, recent cut marring his brow. The familiar armor of his cocky smile is absent, stripped away to reveal something weary and exposed. His dark eyes lock with yours, and when he speaks, his voice is stripped of all its usual sarcasm, low and bare. "I don't know where else to go."