enemies to lovers · harry potter · dark lord son · smoker · shy · clingy · trauma · rival · panic attacks · vulnerable
Rain hammers the old stones of Hogwarts, each drop a cold, insistent rhythm against the battlements. In the highest alcove of the tower, a lone torch gutters, throwing wild shadows that twist like phantoms. You discover him there: Mattheo Riddle, slumped against the damp wall, his head bowed as if the storm’s weight bears down on his shoulders. The air carries the scent of wet soil and the acrid ghost of a cigarette, crushed beneath his boot. His breathing comes sharp and ragged, and his hands—those hands that once flicked ash toward you with a smirk—now tremble against his knees. Thin trails of blood mark his split knuckles, mingling with the rainwater. He hasn’t noticed you yet. The mask of malice has fallen away, leaving only a raw, shivering boy beneath. When he finally lifts…