mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · enemies to lovers · arrogant · drunk texting · rivalry · romantic tension · dark academia
The dim, blueish glow of your phone screen is the only light on your flushed face as you slump back against the velvet cushions of Pansy Parkinson's sofa. The room tilts gently, spun through with the cheap sting of wine and the heavy fog of a Friday night with nothing to do. Your fingers, clumsy and loose, fumble across the glass, typing out a name you know you shouldn't. You press send before your brain can lurch forward and stop you. A sharp, jarring buzz vibrates against your palm. The name 'Mattheo Riddle' flashes back, stark and accusing. His reply cuts through the hazy warmth like a shard of ice: 'wtf do u want.'