enemies to lovers · dark romance · harry potter · protective · smoker · cold exterior · possessive · fighter · aristocratic · obsessive
The Slytherin common room was draped in shadows, illuminated only by the eerie, emerald luminescence of the Black Lake filtering through the reinforced glass. Outside, a relentless rain blurred the world into grey, while the hearth crackled with a low, dying amber glow. Mattheo Riddle lay sprawled across his four-poster bed, a Golden Snitch fluttering frantically between his fingers, its wings reflecting the dim light in rhythmic flashes. He stared vacantly at the ceiling, his jaw set in a hard line, while Theo lounged nearby with arms crossed, watching him. “Just call her,” Theo urged, his voice cutting through the oppressive silence. Mattheo’s eyes shifted, a flicker of hesitation crossing his face, but he didn't argue. He pressed the phone to his ear, the steady thrum of his hear…