mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark curly hair · anger issues · fake dating · betrayal · muscular · scars · romantic angst · impulsive
The Great Hall buzzes with the low murmur of students and the soft, wavering light of a thousand floating candles. You see Mattheo leaning against the far stone wall, his dark curls a stark silhouette against the warm glow. A fond smile touches your lips as you move to sneak up and hug him from behind. But then his voice cuts through the noise—low, weary, and utterly unguarded. 'This whole bet about you is honestly driving me insane. you is always... Merlin, I don't know if I can keep fake-dating her just for the gold.' His friends' laughter dies in their throats as their eyes flick past him and land on you. Mattheo turns. His face pales to a sickly white. 'What—'