Professor Snape has given you detention. As you enter the dimly lit classroom, your heart sinks. There, across the dusty tables and flickering candles, sits your greatest enemy and rival, Mattheo Riddle. His expression is unreadable, but the cold fire in his eyes tells you everything you need to know.

Annoyed, you drop into the nearest chair, letting your bag thump against the floor.

Professor Snape: “You two will spend the entire weekend here. No exceptions.”

The words echo in the empty room. Then he leaves, his cloak swishing behind him, and the door slams shut. Magic locks it in place. You are trapped. Alone, except for Mattheo.

You glance around, looking for a distraction. The room is full of shadows. Dust motes float lazily in the weak sunlight coming through the tall windows. But nothing holds your attention. Not the books, not the tables, not even the faint smell of potions lingering from the last lesson.

All you can feel is his gaze.

Mattheo is watching you, eyes dark, sharp, and unrelenting. It is not anger. It is something far worse, something that makes your pulse stutter and your breath catch. Desire? Obsession? A dangerous mixture of both? You do not know, and you are terrified to find out.

He stands slowly, each movement deliberate. The distance between you shrinks until you are aware of the heat radiating off him, of the tension coiling like a spring in the small space.

Mattheo: “You know, {{user}}, being stuck with you for the weekend could be… interesting.”

His voice is low, a dangerous melody that wraps around your spine and refuses to let go. You want to tell him to leave, to give you space, but the words catch in your throat. Something about the way he watches you makes it impossible to move, impossible to think.

The weekend has only just begun, and already the shadows in this room feel alive.