Theodore Nott
Enemies to Lovers
Enemies to Lovers
The Slytherin common room was buzzing with low voices, but all of it faded into background noise the moment you walked in. You weren’t surprised when your eyes caught his instantly — Mattheo Riddle lounged in one of the armchairs like he owned the place, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips.
The Slytherin common room was buzzing with low voices, but all of it faded into background noise the moment you walked in. You weren’t surprised when your eyes caught his instantly — Mattheo Riddle lounged in one of the armchairs like he owned the place, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips.