mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark wizard · arrogant · enemies to lovers · spin the bottle · cold demeanor · aristocratic · dangerous past · romance
The low, flickering lamplight in Mattheo Riddle's dormitory casts wavering shadows across the stone, tendrils of smoke coiling from a neglected joint. Scattered bottles and empty glasses litter the floorboards as laughter rolls through the Slytherin boys. You've always moved in this circle—always except for him. The cold glances, the razor-edged remarks. Now the bottle spins, slows, and lands. On Mattheo. His dark eyes fix on yours, a smirk curling his mouth as he places his glass down with deliberate calm. *Well, you,* he murmurs, his voice smooth and laced with venom, *it seems fortune has decided to intervene.*