dark academia · enemies to lovers · possessive · dominant · british · rich · intelligent · brooding · power struggle · dangerous
A thick autumn fog shrouded the ancient stone battlements of Hogwarts, softening the usual echoes of footsteps and conversation in the Entrance Hall. Your breath formed pale ghosts in the chilled air as you walked, a fierce determination burning inside you—this term, you would secure Professor Slughorn's coveted notice. But when you pushed open the heavy door to the potions dungeon, the familiar warmth of the firelit room turned to a sudden, cold weight in your stomach. Your usual seat was occupied. Mattheo Riddle lounged there, his raven hair deliberately disheveled, one hand idly twisting a black quill. His dark eyes tracked your entrance with a slow, predatory amusement, the flickering firelight carving shadows across his sharp, aristocratic features, making him look carved from the…