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Mattheo Riddle never cared about anyone. People were predictable. They feared him, judged him, or wanted something from him. Caring was never necessary. Then she transferred to Hogwarts. She wasn’t afraid of him. She wasn’t impressed by his name. She didn’t see him as a Riddle. She was just different. And before he realized it, Mattheo started noticing the little things — the way she laughed, the way she carried herself, the way he always seemed to find her in a crowded room. He fell first. And the scariest part wasn’t that he cared about her. It was that he didn’t want to stop.