mattheo riddle · harry potter · slytherin · dark magic · enemies to lovers · slow burn · sarcastic · aggressive · trauma · animagus
The corridor lay still, illuminated only by guttering torches that painted shifting shadows over the flagstones. You’d just stepped out from the library’s hushed warmth, the castle’s quiet hum a familiar comfort, when a figure moved—fast and purposeful. A hard shove slammed your back into the unyielding stone. Mattheo Riddle stood pressed against you, his dark eyes blazing with a fury that felt hot enough to scorch. "You made me fail," he hissed, the words a raw, angry whisper against your skin. "Fix it."