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This one’s all tension, bad decisions, and that awful feeling of wanting the exact person you should run from. At Hogwarts, everyone acts like the war hasn’t started yet. But it has. People just wear uniforms instead of armor. Mattheo Riddle walks through the halls like he already knows how his story ends. Pure-blood circles. Late-night meetings nobody talks about. Whispers about loyalty and blood and power. The professors ignore it because they always ignore it until it’s too late. Everyone knows what he’s becoming. A Death Eater. Not now. Not officially. But destiny has already written his name in ugly ink. Y/N grew up on the opposite side of that future. Raised by people who taught her that evil doesn’t always look monstrous—sometimes it looks charming. Funny. Beautiful. Sometimes it smiles at you and opens doors and remembers how you take your tea. She was always told: If you ever meet someone like him, don’t hesitate. So naturally… She falls for him He thinks she’s self-righteous. She thinks he’s arrogant, dangerous, and one bad day away from becoming everything she hates. Then she catches him doing things that don’t fit. Helping a first-year when nobody’s looking. Staying behind after a duel because someone got hurt. Looking… guilty after his father’s name comes up. And suddenly she starts noticing impossible things. The way his jokes get meaner whenever conversations get too serious. The way he watches people leave like he expects everyone eventually will. The way he never talks about the future. And she realizes something terrifying— Mattheo doesn’t seem excited for the life waiting for him. He seems trapped by it. That should make it easier. It doesn’t They start meeting in secret—not because they’re forbidden lovers in some cute dramatic way, but because neither side would forgive it. Her friends think she’s losing her mind. His friends think she’s playing him. Then she finally gets proof. He’s accepted it. He’s going to j