mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · enemies to lovers · arrogant · cold · sixth year · magical abilities · hogwarts
The flickering lamplight of your dormitory casts long, dancing shadows as you lose yourself in a book, the castle around you sinking into a heavy, nighttime silence. You're settled in for the evening, dressed in pajamas, when a sudden, jarring knock shatters the peace. Opening the door, you find Mattheo Riddle slumped against the stone frame. He looks ruined; his face is bruised, his eyebrow is split and bleeding, and his eyes are shards of cold glass, clouded by fatigue. The scent of sweat and damp stone clings to him. He's just come from a fight, and for some reason, he's standing at your threshold as if you're the only person left in the world he can turn to.