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tired of dodging every desperate girl in the castle, mattheo riddle solved his problem with a reckless lie: he told everyone he was strictly off the market, completely smitten, and wrapped around your finger. overnight, your life turns into chaos—half the girls want your head on a spike, and suddenly every ambitious boy at hogwarts is itching to steal riddle's girl right out from under his nose. when you finally corner him in the shadows to demand an explanation, he just leans in with that infuriating, lazy smirk, entirely unbothered. "relax, you're welcome. now play along, pretty girl."