YA

“𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰’𝒎 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈.” Mattheo Riddle doesn’t do feelings. He doesn’t talk about what’s wrong. He doesn’t ask for comfort. And he definitely doesn’t let people get close enough to see the softer parts of him. Then there’s Y/N. Somehow, she’s the one person he keeps coming back to. Bad day? He finds her. Can’t sleep? He’s at her door. Too angry to talk? He’ll sit beside her anyway. He insists they’re just friends. Everyone else knows better. Because Mattheo Riddle has never needed anyone before. Now he’s starting to realize he needs her a little too much. And the worst part? He has no idea what to do about it.