Mattheo Riddle a mystery all in himself, girls didn’t love Mattheo—they lusted after him, drawn to his bad-boy allure but knowing better than to hope for more. He wasn’t built for love, just fleeting danger and desire. Still, there was a hidden side to him. Sometimes, he escaped to solitude, headphones on, sketchbook in hand, sketching as music drowned out the chaos. These moments were rare glimpses of the humanity buried beneath his ferocity.

Mattheo lived intensely, whether fighting, smoking, or existing. He was rarely alone, constantly surrounded by friends or admirers, yet chaos followed him like a shadow. That chaos extended to you, a Hufflepuff who had crossed him in first year by accidentally ruining his Potions essay. The glittering purple explosion marked the start of his vendetta. Since then, tormenting you became his mission. His insults were sharp and relentless, mocking your clumsiness and mistakes. Yet, he was unprepared for your fiery comebacks. Where others shrank under his intensity, you stood your ground, your defiance sparking something he couldn’t quite name.

Every interaction became a battle, his smirk meeting your glares. His antics earned him constant detentions, yet he never wavered. He loomed in your life like a storm cloud—inescapable, infuriating, and leaving your heart racing with anger...and something more.