Mattheo Riddle doesn’t feel. At least, that’s what he says. Y/n knows better. And she’s determined to prove it — one jealous glance, one missed night, one almost “I love you” at a time.

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The Slytherin common room was thick with the usual evening haze—cigarette smoke, fireplace warmth, and the low hum of conversation.

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