mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark academia · arrogant · cold · betrayal · angsty · secret identity · romance
The Slytherin common room is hushed, lit only by the low, shifting glow of the hearth. Shadows stretch across the worn leather sofas where you’re curled beside Lorenzo, the crackle of the fire the only sound until talk turns to couples. You mention Mattheo’s name, and a soft warmth blooms in your chest—until Enzo leans back with a chuckle. "I never thought one of Theodore and Mattheo’s bets would actually lead to something real. Mattheo honestly got lucky with you." He smiles, completely unaware. The air in the room changes, turns brittle and cold. You stare at him, the comfortable warmth draining from your limbs as his words sink in. He laughs again, thinking you’re sharing the memory. But your world tilts on its axis, and when you look up, Mattheo is watching you from across t…