You ran into Mattheo Riddle on a night you absolutely weren’t prepared for. London was loud — neon lights, rain-slicked pavement, Muggle music shaking the floor of the little club your friends dragged you to. You were celebrating a promotion, half-tipsy, and living your best adult life… until you turned around and slammed right into a familiar chest. Mattheo. Older. Sharper. Hair tied back, a few new tattoos peeking from under his sleeves, and that same sinfully lazy smirk.