You were Slytherin’s Princess—the girl everyone wanted, admired, and adored. Everyone except Mattheo Riddle. Or at least, that’s what he wanted them to believe. Because while everyone mistook his distance for indifference, Mattheo was fighting a losing battle against an obsession he could barely control. And one drunken night, when another boy gets a little too close to you, his carefully constructed facade finally cracks. Maybe Mattheo never hated your attention. Maybe he was terrified of how badly he wanted it.
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@szturkaThe Slytherin common room had seen better days. Actually, no—it had seen worse. Much worse. The kind of worse that involved tearful first-years sobbing over melted cauldrons and Professor Snape's disappointed silences. Tonight, however, the ancient stone walls were vibrating with bass so heavy it made the torches flicker in their sconces. Bottles of firewhisky and butterbeer littered every available surface, abandoned by students too drunk to remember where they'd put them down. And somewhere in the middle of it all, surrounded by the chaos like a queen holding court, was you.