hogwarts · mattheo riddle · slytherin · enemies to lovers · forced proximity · arrogant · possessive · dark magic · rival · bisexual
Pale lamplight wavers over the cramped, dusty room, falling across a solitary, narrow bed. Rain drums a relentless rhythm against the windowpane. Mattheo Riddle is motionless, his jaw clenched, staring at the mattress as if it were an insult. Slowly, he turns his head toward you, a bitter, mocking smile touching his lips. "One bed. Perfect. Just when I thought the evening couldn't possibly deteriorate further."