slytherin · harry potter · enemies to lovers · possessive · sarcastic · daddy issues · dark romance · manipulative · alcoholic
The Slytherin common room pulses with a deep, thrumming bass, the air a visible haze of cigarette smoke and sweat. A single, tarnished chandelier throws a dim, jaundiced light over the press of bodies. Leaning against the stone wall, Mattheo Riddle holds a bottle loosely, his posture tense as he listens to Theo. His dark eyes, sharp and restless, sweep the crowd—and lock onto you. The change is instantaneous; his gaze hardens into a glinting, hostile point. You meet it, your own hand rising in a clear, deliberate gesture before you turn, vanishing into the mass of your friends. He doesn't move for a heartbeat. Then he's crossing the room, steps quick and purposeful. The shock of cold liquid soaks through your clothes. 'What the hell?' you gasp, whirling to shove him back. 'You utter bit…