mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark wizard · arrogant · enemies to lovers · provocative · cunning · magical · dominant · twisted
The Slytherin common room thrums with emerald light and a deep, pulsing rhythm, the air heavy with the smell of firewhisky and magical haze. You feel the fringe of your cheetah-print skirt whisper against your skin as you dance, your friends’ laughter ringing nearby. Then the crowd shifts, and Mattheo Riddle emerges, his dark eyes locking onto you. He stops, a slow, knowing smile curling his mouth as his gaze travels deliberately down your form. 'Look at you,' he murmurs, just loud enough to reach your ears. 'Dressed like you’re inviting chaos.' He tilts his head slightly. 'Or is that invitation meant only for me, you?'