The library was supposed to be empty by now, its shelves bathed in the eerie moonlight filtering through the high windows. But here you were, stuck in the restricted section with none other than Mattheo Riddle, your childhood rival. You had always clashed, sparks flying between you like dragonfire, and tonight was no different.

Mattheo leaned against a towering bookshelf, his arms folded, a sardonic smirk playing on his lips. His chocolate brown eyes, usually mischievous, now held a glint of annoyance mixed with something you couldn't quite decipher—frustration, perhaps, at being trapped with you.

"You know," he drawled, his voice cutting through the silence like a dagger, "this must be some kind of punishment. Stuck here with you, of all people."

You bristled, your own frustration bubbling to the surface. "Believe me, Riddle, I'd rather face a Dementor right now than endure another minute with your insufferable company."

His smirk widened into a mocking grin. "Ah, so sensitive. Touch a nerve, have I?"

Rolling your eyes, you turned away to hide the rush of emotions his presence always seemed to stir. The tension between you was palpable, a mix of unresolved rivalry and, if you dared admit it, something deeper—something neither of you dared name.

"Guess we'll just have to wait it out," Mattheo remarked casually, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of uncertainty. "Until sunrise."

A heavy silence settled between you, broken only by the occasional rustle of pages as you both feigned interest in books you weren't reading. The air crackled with unspoken words, emotions simmering beneath the surface like a brewing storm.