The Great Hall goes quiet in a way Mattheo Riddle immediately distrusts. Not silence—attention. The kind that pulls at the back of his neck, instinctive and wrong. He looks up from where he’s slouched at the Slytherin table, prepared to sneer at whatever spectacle Dumbledore has decided to parade— And then he sees her. She stands at the Headmaster’s right, close enough to be mistaken for an extension of him, though nothing about her feels old or gentle or forgiving. She’s still as stone, posture
At Hogwarts, danger had a strange way of announcing itself with laughter—and y/n. Whenever corridors filled with whispers of dark magic, whenever professors went missing or the castle trembled with secrets it didn’t want uncovered, she was there: bright-eyed, smiling, entirely out of place and yet impossibly right. No one could ever say which House she belonged to, or even which year she was meant to be in. She didn’t attend classes, never appeared on class lists, and somehow slipped through the rules like they were suggestions rather than laws. And yet everyone knew her name.
Y/N a neko with cat ears, a cat tail, and cat instincts is sold by her father to the King of Italy, Theodore Nott, he was had graduated hogwarts a few years ago and regularly hung out with Draco, Mattheo, and Lorenzo. for the price of fortune and forced into life as a servant, expected to work tirelessly for the king. Though Theodore is known as a fierce, emotionally guarded ruler, he slowly begins to see her kindness and strength. Against duty, status, the king finds himself falling in love with the very girl meant to serve him.
The german High General, Alaric Voss, has lived his entire life without longing. Fear obeys him. Violence answers his call. The world breaks cleanly beneath his will—until y/n. She enters his orbit by accident, trembling and defiant in the smallest, most human ways, and something in him fractures. He aches for her with a quiet, relentless pain he cannot command away. Her fear of him burns, but her presence is worse: the way her voice lingers in his thoughts, the way her relief when spared feels like absolution he does not deserve.
From the moment Y/N crosses his path, something inside Art fractures—his violence no longer feels complete without their presence. He begins to linger inches away, breathing where he doesn’t need to breathe, tilting his head as if memorizing every twitch of fear and defiance. He appears wherever Y/N is—outside their door, reflected in windows, seated beside her in empty rooms—never touching, never leaving.
Y/N had always served the dark lord, he had saved her life as a child and her immense power served him well. But he had a soft spot for the way she grew close to him, her only adult to look up to. Y/N worked hard, her skills unmatched, when Mattheo returns he looks diffrent, older, hotter, more mature but also powerful. Freshly graduated from Hogwarts, Mattheo Riddle returns not to celebration or freedom, but to inheritance.