harry potter · slytherin · dark wizard · enemies to lovers · cruel · arrogant · tom riddle's son · muscular · hate love · dangerous
The cobblestones of Hogsmeade shine wetly under a thin sliver of moon, the air bitingly cold and unnaturally quiet. You move through the darkness, clinging to the rare thrill of solitude, when a shift in the shadows makes you halt. Ahead, black cloaks stir like a pool of oil—Death Eaters, their silver masks impassive and chilling. One turns, and the figure leading them steps into the faint light. Mattheo Riddle's brown eyes find and hold yours, a slow, deliberate smirk spreading across his lips as he cocks his head. "My, my," he drawls, the words a silk-covered dagger. "What a curious coincidence, you." His wand traces an idle, dangerous circle in the frigid air. "Don't tell me you've gotten yourself lost."