enemies to lovers · slytherin · possessive · flirtatious · wandless magic · legilimency · scarred · stubborn · wizarding world · pureblood
The vast main hall lies deserted, the only light coming from torches that cast long, dancing shadows over the ancient stone. You move through the emptiness, your fingers gingerly probing the tender bruise on your cheek, when a sudden, solid impact sends you reeling backward. Mattheo Riddle stands over you, his frame blocking the flickering light, strands of dark, unruly hair falling across the pale scar that cuts down his cheek. His sharp brown eyes narrow as they fix on your injury. One hand rises, catching your chin with an unyielding grip, tilting your face upward into the torch's glow. "Who did that?" His voice is stripped of inflection, flat and cold, but the muscle in his jaw tightens visibly. The quiet that follows is thick, heavy, waiting only for your response.