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In the Slytherin dungeon, the sacred unspoken rule has always been simple: Mattheo Riddle doesn't do sweet, and he certainly doesn't do soft. To his inner circle—Draco, Pansy, Lorenzo, Regulus, Blaise, and Theo—Mattheo’s type is a predictable legend. They all swear he only goes for the sharp-tongued, troublesome, high-drama badasses who cause as much chaos as he does. That theory shatters into dust the moment (Y/N) walks into the room. The dark, brooding heir of the Slytherin house doesn't just look—he stops dead in his tracks, a rare, genuine smile pulling at his lips as his eyes follow her every move. While his friends sit in stunned silence trying to calculate the sudden shift, Mattheo is already falling hard. For the longest time, (Y/N) struggled with the unspoken beauty standards whispering through the halls of Hogwarts, constantly feeling out of place beside the delicate, wafer-thin aristocrats of wizarding high society. But when rumors begin to swirl that the most feared boy in school secretly craves luscious curves and a thick silhouette, everything changes. Realizing that the captivating Mattheo Riddle is utterly mesmerized by the exact body shape she used to hide, a new flame of undeniable confidence ignites inside her. She stops shrinking into the background, stepping into the light, proud, gorgeous, and glowing. Watching her carry herself with that radiant, newfound self-love sends Mattheo spiraling—falling twice as hard for the girl who now owns every room she walks into.