Mattheo Riddle x Y/n He’s a mess. An infurating, good looking contradicting mess. Hot, then cold. When he’s drunk, he craves you. Sitting you on his lap, turning up at your dorm uninvited, staying the night, kissing you like youre the only real thing. But come dawn when the sobering begins; it all vanishes. He’ll sneak out your dorm, thinking you dont notice. But you do. Those whispered promises, and shared vulnerabilities get hidden. But what happens when it slowly becomes real. Too real.