mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark romance · possessive · jealous · arrogant · silent · dominant · gothic · young adult
The late afternoon sun filtered through the great windows of Hogwarts, casting long shadows across the stone corridors. The scent of old wax and ancient books hung in the air as Mattheo Riddle walked alone, hands buried in his pockets, gaze distant. His thoughts were a whirlwind of images: you, the Ravenclaw girl, the one with the perfect smile and unattainable grace. He knew she was pure-blooded, wealthy, surrounded by suitors. All he had was his pride and a broken past. Unconsciously, his lips murmured what his heart kept silent: "What do I have to do for you to be mine...?" It was then that Draco Malfoy's mocking laugh cut through the quiet, followed by insults that seared. But then you appeared, defending him without even knowing who he was. When Draco left, Mattheo looked at you, his…