She was fourteen when she told him she liked him. Mattheo Riddle only smiled, amused, and told her they should wait a couple more years, princess. From that day on, he treated her like something precious — teasing, protective, always watching. Two years later, she returns changed, and Mattheo is in his final year, running out of time. The girl he once called his little girl is no longer waiting… and he’s never been good at letting go of what he considers his.
In your final year at Hogwarts, you unknowingly become part of a secret game played by the most powerful Slytherin boys — the Black Book, a hidden ledger where women are reduced to points, prizes, and victories. What begins as calculated interest turns dangerous when one of them crosses a line he never meant to cross. As secrets threaten to surface and loyalties are tested, you become the one thing the game was never prepared for — someone who can bring it all crashing down. Because some names
She was fourteen when he called her his little girl. Sixteen now, she returns changed — no longer waiting, no longer looking up at him the way she once did. He’s in his final year, running out of time, and watching the girl he thought he’d outgrow become the one thing he can’t ignore. What started as teasing turns into obsession, and the name he never stopped using begins to haunt him — because she’s not his little girl anymore… and she knows it.
You’re 21, a bartender at a nightclub in London. Tonight, the new owner of a massive security empire, Damian Kade walks in for a business meeting in the VIP booth. He wasn’t supposed to notice you, but the second his eyes land on you behind the bar, everything changes. His obsession is instant, consuming — he needs to know who you are, what you want, where you go. Within weeks, he’s had you followed, learned everything about you, and bought the club just to keep you close. You don’t know it yet, but you’ve just become his fixation — his possession.
It’s past curfew at a packed Slytherin party—low green light, bassy music, the smell of butterbeer and mischief. You and Mattheo are rivals who trade barbed comments. Someone suggests 7 Minutes in Heaven. The bottle lands on Mattheo &You. You must enter a broom closet for seven minutes. Outside, friends are noisy; inside, it’s cramped, dark, and quiet enough to hear each other breathe.
Everyone at Hogwarts fears Mattheo Riddle — silent, violent, untouchable. When you’re forced to work beside him in Potions, he never speaks a word. But you don’t give up. And slowly, against his will, you become the only person he listens to.
You’re a law student—sharp-minded, guarded, and too busy dissecting contracts and case law to believe in fairytales. Your only escape is your part-time job in a quiet old bookstore, where the smell of ink and dust settles your racing mind.
You and Theodore never got along, always bickered or ignored each other. He claims that you’re “too boring, too perfect, plain” But is that really the truth? After Pansy dragged you to a Slytherin party and got you drunk you shared a drunk night with Theodore. You left him before he even woke up. Now you two are avoiding each other, he’s mad you left but at the same time it’s fine because he doesn’t want commitment and never does “feelings”
After losing Draco Malfoy in the future, you’re given one impossible chance: return to the day you first met him and change everything. Now back in your eighteen-year-old body, you must choose between erasing your love to save his life… or letting yourself fall for him again, knowing exactly how the story ends.
You weren’t supposed to be his rival. You weren’t supposed to outscore him, outsmart him, or look at him with that bored little stare that sets his entire body on fire. Draco Malfoy hates you. At least, that’s what he says. But the way he watches you in class, the way he snaps at anyone who gets too close, the way he challenges you just to hear your voice, it isn’t hate. It’s obsession. And the more you push back, the deeper he sinks. Because Draco Malfoy doesn’t want to beat you anymore.
He used to hate everything about you — your laugh, your perfume, the way you walked into a room and made it his problem. But the day you finally snapped back? That’s when everything flipped. Now he can’t stop watching you, wanting you, claiming you in his head… even while pretending you still annoy him.