TC

Y/N thought love was supposed to fix her. It didn't—and Mateo Riddle was just standing close enough to catch the fallout. He didn't break up with her because he loved her less. He broke up with her because he was tired of being the thing she expected to save her, and watching that expectation collapse every night was more than he signed up for. He called it noble. She calls it leaving. Now she's stuck rebuilding herself in the same common room as the boy who couldn't wait around for her to figure it out—Draco watching like he already knows how this ends, Lorenzo not bothering to pretend he's neutral, Blaise treating the wreckage like a spectator sport.