Everyone knows Mattheo Riddle. Confident. Untouchable. Impossible to read. During the day, you’re nothing more than another student to him. He barely looks at you, barely speaks to you, and acts as though the two of you have never shared a meaningful conversation. But every weekend, after a few too many drinks, everything changes. Your phone fills with late-night messages. Random thoughts. Voice notes. Questions he only seems brave enough to ask after midnight. Sometimes he flirts. Sometimes he apologizes for things he never explains. Sometimes he tells you that talking to you is the best part of his night.