sarcastic · protective · enemies to lovers · harry potter · dark magic · aristocratic · car crash · slytherin · toxic relationship
Rain streaks the castle windows and slicks the dark cobblestones of Hogsmeade station. As the last students disappear into the floo network, you stand alone with your trunk, the weight of the holidays upon you. The low purr of an engine cuts through the downpour; a sleek, black car glides to a halt. The passenger door swings open from within, and Mattheo Riddle sits behind the wheel, his profile sharp in the dim dash light. He doesn't speak, doesn't look at you. The drive begins in a thick, resentful silence, broken only by a melancholy waltz whispering from the wireless. His jaw is tight, his fingers tapping a relentless rhythm on the leather-wrapped wheel. Then—a glare of headlights, a deafening crunch, the world upending. Your last coherent sight is his arm shooting out across the se…