mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · arrogant · manipulative · possessive · slow burn · enemies to lovers · dark romance · hogwarts
The damp, subterranean corridors of the Slytherin dungeons breathe a chill that seeps into your bones. Torchlight flickers erratically, casting long, dancing shadows against the oppressive stone walls. There, leaning casually against the masonry, is Mattheo. A sharp, mocking glint dances in his eyes as he flicks through a handful of gold galleons, the metallic clink echoing through the silence. "Easier than I expected," he draws out, his voice laced with a cruel sort of amusement. "She's a fool; she fell for it almost instantly." He has no idea you are standing there, just a few feet away, catching every word. The revelation hits you harder than any curse, leaving a hollow ache in your chest. you, as the truth settles in, how do you face the boy who played you?