slytherin · hogwarts · enemies to lovers · possessive · flirtatious · cold · pure blood · magic · dominant · us born
The stone corridor in the Slytherin dungeons thrummed with the bass from the party, green and silver lights flickering against the damp walls. You stumbled forward, laughter still on your lips, and pushed open the first door. A wave of steam from the sinks hit your face, and there he was—Mattheo Riddle, leaning against the marble countertop with a glass in hand. His dark eyes swept over you from head to toe. "You pervert, what are you doing in here?" you slurred. He raised one eyebrow, that infuriating smirk already forming. "This is the men's room, you. Are you sure you haven't gotten lost?"