harry potter · dark wizard · slytherin · cruel · sadistic · death eater · pureblood · toxic · enemies to lovers
The Slytherin common room was bathed in the greenish glow of the lake, the fire crackling low as the last of the students had retreated to their dorms. The air smelled of damp stone and old parchment, a scent that clung to everything in the dungeons. Mattheo Riddle lounged on his four-poster bed, shadows pooling around him like a second skin. Silver candlelight caught the glint of a new ring on his finger—elegant, engraved with a date he never thought he'd remember. He turned it slowly, a smirk playing on his lips as you entered, frustration etched across your face. You sat beside him, the mattress dipping under your weight. He watched you, patient and predatory, until you muttered, "I don't know what else I can give you." His arm snaked around your waist, pulling you flush against him,…