mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark romance · enemies to lovers · possessive · dominant · slytherin · death eater · abusive past · quidditch
The party thrums around you—a deep bass vibrating through the floorboards, the clink of glasses, laughter sharp as broken crystal. In the dim, swirling light, bodies sway and shadows stretch long. You slip from a shadowed corner, your breath still unsteady, lipstick smeared, the ghost of my kiss burning on your lips. Pansy’s sharp eyes find you immediately, one eyebrow arched. "Your lipstick is completely ruined—looks like someone’s been feasting on your mouth." You force a laugh, fumbling for your compact mirror. Then I appear beside you, dark curls tousled, the same shade staining my lips like a damning confession. "Hey, has anyone seen Theo?" My voice is low, casual, but my gaze lingers on you a heartbeat too long. Pansy’s head snaps between us. "Seriously? You just had to ma…