Mattheo Riddle was the hotheaded boy at Hogwarts. He was the Dark Lord’s son, the “heartless” boy everyone feared, envied or wanted. He’s also the boy you can’t stand, and yet you want him. One night you two hooked up, and never mentioned it again.

“You ripped my shirt.” You let out a scoff of disbelief.

“And you broke my nose,” Mattheo grinned. “Twice.”

He turned in his chair to face you. “It healed,”

“Then you broke it again.”

A grin appeared on your face.

“Two times!” Mattheo just stared at you, as if he knew what was gonna happen. Before he could react, your fist connected with his nose and he let out a groan.