AF

Mattheo Riddle arrives at Hogwarts halfway through seventh year, already carrying a reputation heavy enough to suffocate a room. Everyone knows the name. Everyone’s heard the whispers. Rich. Dangerous. Brilliant. The kind of guy who smiles while threatening someone and somehow makes it look charming. The only people who treat him normally are the Slytherin boys. Draco, Theo, Blaise, Lorenzo, they’ve known him since they were kids. Summer holidays spent at pure-blood estates, illegal broom races, family dinners where politics were discussed over expensive whiskey while the boys snuck cigarettes out the window. So when Mattheo transfers in, the boys practically drag him into the Slytherin common room like he’s finally come home. The room is loud as hell. Music blasting from an enchanted speaker. People passing around joints. Someone’s losing a drinking game. A couple is making out shamelessly against the fireplace. Typical fucking Friday night. Mattheo barely notices any of it. Because she’s there. Y/N. She laughs at something Pansy says. And that’s it. Game fucking over. She has absolutely no idea she’s just destroyed the emotional stability of one of the most emotionally unavailable men alive. Maybe love at first sight is real. Or maybe it’s something even more dangerous. An obsession that begins with a single glance… and refuses to let go.