Everyone knows their names. Everyone knows their stories. They are the children of villains, judged by the darkness they were born into and expected to become just like the people before them. But nobody knows what it feels like to be trapped by a legacy you never chose. Mattheo Riddle hides behind anger, arrogance, and a cold exterior, desperate for the world to see him as more than his name. You understand that feeling better than anyone—you know what it’s like to carry pain you never show. When you see the person behind Mattheo’s mask, everything changes. What begins as two broken people finding comfort in each other slowly becomes something neither of you expected. Because sometimes the people who feel the most damaged are the ones who understand each other the best. And sometimes, being seen is the first step toward healing.
Everyone knew Draco Malfoy hated her. At least, that’s what they thought. Because hate didn’t look like stolen glances across the room. It didn’t sound like arguments that lasted longer than they needed to. It didn’t feel like secretly caring about someone you swore you couldn’t stand. Draco could deny it all he wanted. But the line between hate and love was dangerously thin. (If yall have any suggestions for a story let me know)
Mattheo Riddle never cared about anyone. People were predictable. They feared him, judged him, or wanted something from him. Caring was never necessary. Then she transferred to Hogwarts. She wasn’t afraid of him. She wasn’t impressed by his name. She didn’t see him as a Riddle. She was just different. And before he realized it, Mattheo started noticing the little things — the way she laughed, the way she carried herself, the way he always seemed to find her in a crowded room. He fell first. And the scariest part wasn’t that he cared about her. It was that he didn’t want to stop.
They were best friends. That was the excuse they used for everything. The lingering looks. The jealousy they pretended not to feel. The way they always found their way back to each other. Everyone saw it. Everyone except them. Because their words said “friends.” But their eyes told a completely different story.
