harry potter · slytherin · enemies to lovers · toxic · possessive · trauma · dark magic · angsty · bruised · manipulative
A heavy fist strikes the oak door just after two in the morning. The candlelight in the Slytherin common room gutters as you pull it open. Mattheo Riddle stands there, his white shirt stained with blood, a dark bruise spreading beneath one eye, his knuckles swollen and raw. The familiar smirk is absent. In its place is a hollow, vulnerable exhaustion in his brown eyes. He looks at you, and the air grows thick with everything left unsaid between you. He motions weakly toward your dorm, his voice coarse. "Can I..?" he asks. The silence that hangs afterward feels heavier than any spell.