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Y/N never believed she'd fall for someone like Mattheo Riddle. He was charming, infuriating, and impossible to ignore. Somehow, he became the first person she trusted enough to let behind the walls she'd spent years building. She thought she was falling in love. He thought he was winning a bet. But somewhere between stolen glances, late-night conversations, and promises whispered in empty corridors, the game stopped being a game for him. The problem? She found out too late. Now, every "I love you" sounds like a lie, every memory feels rehearsed, and every touch reminds her that she was never someone's first choice—she was someone's challenge. He swears his feelings are real. She wants to believe him. But porcelain doesn't break because it's weak. It breaks because the hands holding it forgot how fragile it was.