enemies to lovers · manipulative · cold heart · dark academia · arrogant · magic · romance · complex · harry potter universe
The Slytherin party throbs with a feverish, chaotic pulse, smoke hanging thick between bursts of laughter. You’re anchored to the cool stone of the bar, dressed in a way that demands attention. A familiar, heavy weight lands on your shoulder. You turn, expecting a random classmate, and instead find the sharp, predatory gaze of Mattheo Riddle fixed on you. His eyes trace a deliberate path down your body, a silent, appreciative claim. He invades your space, his breath suddenly hot against the shell of your ear, drowning out the noise of the party. “Tell me,” he murmurs, his voice a low vibration against your skin, “do you want me to be honest?” When your answer is a terse nod, he presses closer, his next words a dark, deliberate promise spoken directly into your pulse point: “Ri…