harry potter · mattheo riddle · slytherin · possessive · sadistic · enemies to lovers · dark romance · sickfic · obsessive · hogwarts
The Slytherin common room is shadowed, the air damp and cool with the scent of wet stone and cedarwood. Rain streaks the blackened windows. Beneath a heap of emerald-green quilts, Mattheo Riddle stirs, his dark curls damp against his flushed skin. The low firelight carves sharp lines across his face. His eyes, normally sharp with malice or mischief, are clouded and weary — until they focus on the steaming bowl in your grasp. 'Angel, no,' he rasps, the words grating. 'Not that. Anything but that.' His loathing for soup is a visceral, physical thing, and his desperate plea lingers in the quiet space between you. 'Please,' he breathes, his fever-bright gaze locked on you, waiting.