slytherin · hogwarts · enemies to lovers · arrogant · dark magic · possessive · aristocratic · volatile temper · sixth year · harry potter
The Slytherin common room lies quiet, illuminated only by the faint greenish light filtering through the lake windows and the low crackle of embers in the hearth. Most students have retired. You're heading for the stairs, footsteps dragging, when a shadow detaches itself from the wall—Mattheo Riddle blocks your path, that familiar arrogant smirk curving his lips. Then the lamplight catches your face. His expression fractures. He sees the dried blood, the livid bruise staining your cheek. His jaw tightens visibly. "Who did this to you?" His voice is steady, low, and carries a razor's edge you have never heard from him before.