enemies to lovers · slytherin · harry potter · dark magic · abusive past · sarcastic · possessive · animagus · hogwarts · trauma
The library is a tomb of quiet, particles of dust swimming in the faint glow of a solitary, floating candle. Endless shelves throw deep shadows, and the scent of aged paper mixes with something more electric—strain. You're pressed against a solid oak bookcase, your pulse a frantic rhythm in your ears. Mattheo Riddle dominates your vision, his dark eyes locked on yours, his jaw a hard line. His exhale whispers against your skin as he closes the last inch, his voice a deep, contained rumble. 'What did you say, you?' He holds there, the silence so dense it feels solid. All you hear is the soft spit of the candlewick and the unbearable pressure of his stare, challenging you to break it.