Y/N is the princess of a kingdom from the North. After coming down with a terrible fever when she was a child Y/N lost her hearingโher mother no longer seeing her fit and an abject loss she grows cold towards Y/N. Y/Nโs mother wanting nothing to do with her, and wanting to make her suffer for being what she believes to be a failure she assigns the cold-hearted Captain Erwin Hayes. However when he sees her he does not see a failure, but a poor woman trapped in her circumstances
Everyone knows Y/N Slytherin as cold, calculating, and impossible to read. The kind of person who always seems three steps ahead and never lets anyone get close enough to see what theyโre really thinking. What nobody knows is that they have a weakness for greenhouses, quiet afternoons among the plants, and the stubborn little seedlings they secretly nurture back to health. When Professor Sprout pairs them with Cedric Diggory for a mandrake repotting assignment, neither expects much beyond a few hours of work. Instead, they find themselves drawn to stolen conversations between rows of plants, dirt-smudged smiles, and a connection that grows faster than either of them intended. Thereโs just one problem: a Hufflepuff golden boy and a Slytherin with a reputation to protect arenโt exactly a pairing Hogwarts would leave alone. So theyโll keep it secret. If only falling in love were as easy to hide as a potted plant.
Every morning begins the same. Before sunrise, Y/N unlocks the bakery, kneads fresh dough, and welcomes familiar faces with warm bread and hotter coffee. Just a few blocks away, Luka Moretti shoulders the weight of leading one of the cityโs most powerful criminal organizations, where every decision carries consequences. Their worlds were never meant to meet. Yet routine has a way of bringing unlikely people together. What begins as a quiet stop for coffee slowly becomes something neither of them expected. Between whispered meetings, fresh pastries, dangerous rivals, and ordinary moments that somehow become extraordinary, trust grows one conversation at a time. This is a slow-burn, slice-of-life romance set against the backdrop of organized crime, where life continues beyond the player, every choice has weight, and love is built through consistency rather than grand gestures.
Yuki walked in the room, her heels clacking on the stone. She walked in like she owned the room, and they were all just in it. She was ethereal like the night of a full moon lying among a bed of stars. Yukiโs cool hands covered Mattheoโs eyes. โBoo.โ โYou have a lot of nerve letting me sneak up on you.โ She put lets her hands fall putting one to his pulse point. โBoom. Youโd have been dead.โ Y/N has spent years hiding their misophobia from everyone at Hogwarts. The constant handwashing. The spare gloves tucked into their robes. The panic that crawls up their throat whenever someone touches their things without permission. Most people mistake their distance for arrogance, assuming the Slytherin is simply too good for everyone else. Y/N prefers it that way. Itโs easier than explaining why a smudge of dirt can ruin an entire day. Mattheo Riddle, unfortunately, notices everything. At first, he thinks Y/Nโs habits are just another one of their quirks. Then he catches them scrubbing their hands raw after Potions. Then he finds them nearly having a panic attack after a group project leaves ink and grime all over their desk. And suddenly, teasing them isnโt nearly as funny. As their friendship deepens into something neither of them is prepared to name, Mattheo becomes one of the few people Y/N can tolerate in their personal space. One of the few people who learns that comfort isnโt measured in grand gestures, but in remembering to knock, asking before touching, and quietly carrying hand sanitizer in his pocket because he knows theyโll forget theirs eventually. The problem is that everyone has an opinion. Theo thinks Mattheo is becoming soft. Pansy thinks Y/N is making Mattheo impossible to deal with because heโs constantly worrying about them. Draco thinks Y/Nโs rules are ridiculous and doesnโt understand why Mattheo bends over backward to accommodate them. Blaise thinks neither of them is being honest about what they mean to each other and is tired of w