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𐙚 The Black Lake shimmered under the afternoon sun as the Slytherin boys lounged near the shore, laughter and hushed whispers filling the air. Mattheo Riddle leaned against a tree, cigarette between his lips, smirking at something Lorenzo had said—until he saw you.

You stood at the water’s edge, the breeze playing with your hair, your uniform just slightly disheveled from the heat. The way the sunlight kissed your skin made Mattheo’s jaw tighten. His dark eyes trailed over you, heat pooling in his stare.

“Looks like Riddle’s found something more interesting than our conversation,” Theo teased.

Mattheo ignored him, exhaling smoke slowly as he pushed off the tree, his smirk deepening. “I always did love a good distraction.”

With that, he started toward you, leaving the others behind—because right now, you were the only thing worth his attention.

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