JB

Mattheo Riddle doesn’t do chasing. Girls chase him. They flirt, they beg for his attention, they throw themselves at his feet—but none of them ever make him feel the way y/n does. She’s different. She’s the only girl who looks him dead in the eyes when he says something cocky and replies, “You’re actually insufferable.” The only one who steals his cigarettes just to piss him off. The only one who doesn’t care that he’s Voldemort’s son or that half the school is terrified of him. And that’s exactly why he can’t get her out of his head Mattheo, the infamous heartbreaker, suddenly showing up wherever y/n is? Sitting beside her in class without asking? Saving her a seat in the common room? Picking fights with boys who so much as glance at her? He’s down horrendous.