mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark wizard · drunk texts · arrogant · vulnerable · trauma · romance · modern au · mysterious
The Slytherin common room pulses with a deep, relentless bass and the roar of celebration, emerald lanterns throwing smoky light over a shifting crowd. You're caught in the center of it, senses blurred by drink and the press of bodies, the victory party a dizzying smear of color and noise. Your fingers fumble over your phone's screen as you try to text Pansy — but the message glitches, sending itself elsewhere. A sharp vibration. You look down to see a single "??" lighting up your screen. It's from Mattheo. Your sworn enemy. When you glance up, his dark eyes are already on you from across the room, phone in his hand, a smirk of pure, knowing amusement playing on his lips as he waits to see what you'll do.