mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord · dominant · possessive · cold · enemies to lovers · obsessive · dark romance · jealous
The twilight stains the Slytherin common room a deep amber. Firelight from the hearth flickers over an empty whisky bottle. Lorenzo and Theodore depart with a shared laugh, leaving you alone on the leather sofa. A restless boredom nudges you down the shadowed corridor to the half-open door of Mattheo's room. He's sprawled on his bed, the pale glow of his phone illuminating his impassive face. Hearing your steps, he lets out a heavy sigh and rolls his eyes without glancing your way. "Get out," he snaps, his voice a cutting curse. But his fingers tense around the device. Does he really expect you to obey?