You thought you and Theodore Nott were untouchable—the power couple everyone envied. But when Daphne Greengrass reappears, he forgets you, calling your jealousy “obsessive” and insisting you were never serious. Left with little choice, you turn to your parents’ suitor: Mattheo Riddle, the Dark Lord’s heir, whose control and danger might just be the fresh start you need.
To your utter dread, you got partnered up with Mattheo Riddle for a potions project. After that he rage baits you at least twice a day. It aggravates you.
You had your friendships, money, and life. And it was good. Until one day Pansy Parkinson returns from intensity school. Suddenly everyone switches sides. Will you fight for your place? Or will you step back?
Walking in a corridor you heard muffled cries, you stumble across Theodore Nott. A popular Slytherin boy, sat on the dusty floor crying. You help him. You get brought into his world. Can you handle it?
Before everything fell apart, Mattheo Riddle had already made you his target—his taunts constant, sharp, and impossible to ignore. The story begins the same way, with him picking at you like always, turning small moments into something humiliating. After lunch, things get worse when you catch your boyfriend Adrian cheating, leaving you shaken and desperate to be alone. But even that doesn’t last—you run straight into Mattheo and his friends, and instead of backing off, he continues, pushing at you when you’re already breaking. The next morning at breakfast, you find out Adrian has been brutally attacked and taken to the Hospital Wing, unconscious, with no one knowing who did it. Still, Mattheo doesn’t stop. If anything, his behaviour only sharpens, his attention fixed on you in a way that feels inescapable—until one day, after everything building up, you finally snap. “Hate you? No… I could never hate you.”
You go to a place to be alone, till one day you aren’t. A boy you’d never seen before appears, you become friends, start to bond with him. His names Mattheo. Voldemorts return hits the papers. Dumbledore dies. People aren’t who they seem.
After a night of fun goes drastic your group of presented to Lord Voldemort as eavesdropping trespassers. However in a moment of certain death the only important thing your group can think of is who to blame. Voldemort is something akin to amused.
At a masquerade ball Mattheo Riddle finds himself left in a state of utter limerence for a woman he didn’t couldn’t even name. She had him hooked. From her smile, to the flawless way she danced. Her scent. Her hair. Her voice. All of it. And he couldn’t put a name.