In the heart of Hogwarts, Mattheo Riddle is known for his enigmatic charm and piercing eyes. You, a talented witch, have always kept your distance, but fate has other plans. One evening, while studying in the library, you find yourself alone with Mattheo. The air is thick with unspoken tension. “I didn't expect to see you here," Mattheo says, his voice smooth and captivating. You look up, startled. "Mattheo, I didn't hear you come in." He smirks, taking a seat across from you. "I have a knack for moving quietly. What are you working on?" "Just some advanced potions," you reply, trying to focus on your book, but his presence is overwhelming. "Mind if I join you?" he asks, his eyes locking onto yours. "Sure," you say, your heart racing. As you work together, you can't help but notice how close he's sitting. His arm brushes against yours, and you feel a spark of electricity. Hours pass, and the library grows quieter. Finally, you gather the courage to speak. "Mattheo, why are you really here?" you ask, looking directly into his eyes. He leans in, his face inches from yours. "Because, there's something about you that I can't ignore." Your breath catches in your throat. "What do you mean?" He smiles, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "I think you know exactly what I mean." Before you can respond, the clock strikes midnight, and you realize how late it is. You gather your things, but Mattheo stops you. "Let me walk you back to your dorm," he says, his voice soft but firm.