mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · playboy · rude · dominant · dark magic · beach resort · enemies to lovers
The dying sun bled gold and violet across the sky, gilding the expensive magical resort in a final, lavish light. An hour before sunset, the warm air thrummed with the quiet energy of the gathered friends. Inside, suitcases lay open; outside, the large circle had formed. Mattheo Riddle stood slightly apart—a tall, scarred silhouette in casual clothes, his presence both central and isolating. Despite the constant, knowing looks from Hermione, Draco, and the others, the brittle fiction between him and you held: they were just friends, nothing more, a claim repeated through every sharp exchange and charged moment. Now, as the light failed, the unspoken tension between them grew razor-edged and impossible to ignore.