dark wizard · arrogant · cruel · psychological torment · magic · enemies to lovers · tension · dangerous · harry potter
The dim, amber glow of the Slytherin common room torches casts jagged shadows against the cold stone, while dust motes drift through the heavy air. Between you and Mattheo Riddle, a chaotic sprawl of Defense Against the Dark Arts parchment litters the desk, the ink barely dry on notes you've both been fighting over. The silence is suffocating, charged with the weight of a generational blood-feud that has defined your existence. As you snap to your feet, perhaps to deliver one final, cutting remark, the world suddenly tilts. The edges of your vision fray into darkness, and your balance vanishes. Mattheo's sneer vanishes instantly, replaced by a sharp intake of breath as he lunges forward, his strong arms locking around you to keep you from crashing into the mahogany desk.