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“My body means nothin’ with your hands off it.” - Limerence by Sace6. You wanted Mattheo Riddle to choose you. Instead, he let you leave. Now a term-long Arithmancy project puts you back beside the boy you finally walked away from. Mattheo doesn’t chase you. He doesn’t touch you. He respects every boundary you gave him. And somehow, his hands off you hurt worse than they ever did on you. A Mattheo-only slow burn about undefined love, unbearable restraint, and wanting someone long after you’ve decided wanting them isn’t enough.