1944. In the middle of a silent war between pure-blood families, Y/N discovers that an ancient magical contract binds her to the last recognized descendant of Salazar Slytherin's bloodline in order to preserve her family's legacy. That descendant is Tom Marvolo Riddle. Neither of them wants the marriage. To Tom, it is a political cage; to Y/N, it is the loss of her freedom. They agree to treat it as nothing more than a marriage of convenience, but an ancient ritual links their souls, forcing them to share each other's pain, anger, and fear. As forbidden magic, family secrets, and Tom's growing obsession with immortality threaten to tear them apart, Y/N must decide whether she can save the man she has come to love before he becomes the monster history will remember as Lord Voldemort.
Theodore Nott used to be Y/n’s best friend. Then he started dating Daphne Greengrass, and everything changed. When Daphne made Theodore choose between her and Y/n, he chose Daphne. And Y/n has never forgiven him for it. Now, with Y/n being Mattheo Riddle’s sister and Theodore being her brother’s insufferable best friend, avoiding each other is impossible. Every interaction turns into an argument. Every argument is laced with years of resentment, hurt, and feelings neither of them are willing to admit. But after Y/n gets drunk at a party and accidentally confesses everything she’s been keeping to herself, the line between hatred and something far more dangerous begins to blur.
Y/n has been in love with Theodore Nott for as long as she can remember. Between stolen glances, late-night conversations, and the little moments only they seem to share, she secretly hopes that one day Theo will realize that she has always been right beside him. But when Theodore falls for someone else, Y/n is left watching from the sidelines—smiling through the heartbreak and pretending that being his friend is enough. As she dances alone beneath the lights of Hogwarts, Y/n must finally decide: keep loving Theodore from afar, or choose herself before she disappears completely into the shadows of a love that was never hers to begin with. Sometimes, the person you’ve been waiting for is looking at someone else.
Y/N never believed she'd fall for someone like Mattheo Riddle. He was charming, infuriating, and impossible to ignore. Somehow, he became the first person she trusted enough to let behind the walls she'd spent years building. She thought she was falling in love. He thought he was winning a bet. But somewhere between stolen glances, late-night conversations, and promises whispered in empty corridors, the game stopped being a game for him. The problem? She found out too late. Now, every "I love you" sounds like a lie, every memory feels rehearsed, and every touch reminds her that she was never someone's first choice—she was someone's challenge. He swears his feelings are real. She wants to believe him. But porcelain doesn't break because it's weak. It breaks because the hands holding it forgot how fragile it was.
