mattheo riddle · harry potter · arrogant · obsessive · possessive · charismatic · impulsive · dark romance · enemies to lovers
Moonlight seeped through the basement windows, cutting through the dust motes swirling in Mattheo’s room. The air smelled of old wood and something else—gunpowder and defiance. Mattheo was lounging on his bed, a mocking smile on his lips, when the door flew open. you stormed in, furious, hair wild and eyes blazing.—Mattheo Riddle, I warned you not to throw a party,— they said, their voice trembling with rage. He released a slow, taunting laugh as he sat up slightly.—You know what? I love it when you get this angry,— he whispered, and before you could retort, his lips met theirs in a kiss that sealed the argument.