mattheo riddle · harry potter · enemies to lovers · forced proximity · slytherin · grumpy · protective · school trip · rival · hidden softness
The hotel room is bathed in the weak, yellow glow of a single bedside lamp, its light stretching long shadows over the worn carpet. A solitary queen bed, dressed in a faded floral cover, dominates the cramped space. Mattheo stands with his back to you, one hand pressed against the cool windowpane, his broad shoulders outlined against the dark glass. He doesn't turn when the door latches, but the line of his back goes rigid. "Looks like we're stuck," he says, his voice devoid of inflection. Finally, he glances over his shoulder, his brown eyes guarded and impossible to read. "You plan on hovering by the door all night, you?"