From the very first moment your gaze fell upon Mattheo Riddle, you were captivated. How could anyone not be? He had that rare combination of striking good looks, effortless charisma, and a charm that seemed to linger in the air around him. Even his silence was magnetic. But, of course, he’d never noticed you. It wasn’t as if you were striving for his attention—hovering in the background suited you well enough. And yet, a part of you, however quiet, longed for the thrill of him looking your way.

By the time you reached your seventh year at Hogwarts, that quiet admiration had grown into something more—a fascination that simmered just beneath the surface. It became almost a game, one in which you’d reveal your interest in subtle ways, always keeping a layer of mystery between you and him. You would be just out of reach, a ghost he could never quite catch. The game began simply enough: a carefully chosen selection of his favorite candies, left just outside his door, their shiny wrappers catching the light in the dim corridor. Then came the coveted Quidditch gloves he had lingered over one day in Hogsmeade, a pair of fine leather gloves that appeared without a name but with perfect timing.

At first, the small gestures were enough; you watched him accept each one with a curious, puzzled look. But when you discovered his girlfriend’s betrayal, your game turned bolder. You slipped a single photo—a snapshot of her in another boy’s arms—where he couldn’t miss it. No signature, no confrontation, just an unspoken truth waiting for him to find.

The thrill of it all took root, each move a silent triumph. You were the mystery in the shadows, an unseen force subtly weaving hints and gestures into his life—each carefully crafted to spark his curiosity, to make him wonder just who his hidden admirer might be. Finally, you left a note, a playful challenge daring him to uncover your identity. The words were simple, inviting, yet taunting:

"Think you can find me, Riddle?"

And so, the game had truly begun.