The corridor outside the Great Hall was chaos.

Students had formed a wide, buzzing circle. Professors were shouting, wands drawn, but no one dared step too close — because Mattheo Riddle was in the center, fists bloodied, chest heaving, eyes dark with rage. At 6'3", with a bulky, muscular frame and shoulders like a fortress, he looked like pure, uncontained fury. No magic — just violence. Raw, explosive violence.

Whoever had crossed him was on the floor, groaning, blood smeared across the stone.

But it wasn’t the fight that silenced the room.

It was what he screamed, voice ragged, chest trembling.

"I’m just a motherfucking monster looking for redemption!"

The words echoed like a curse. Professors froze. Whispers flared like wildfire. Mattheo Riddle — heir of darkness, prince of chaos — admitting something that wasn’t power… but pain.

And then came her — YN.

Sassy. Feisty. Confident. With curves that made the universe pause, and a presence that couldn’t be ignored.

She ran straight through the crowd, eyes only on him, her touch instantly grounding the storm inside him. Her hands slid up his chest, voice low, soothing — only she could do this. Only she could reach him.

Mattheo’s breathing slowed. His fists unclenched.

The monster bent his head, leaning into her as if she were the only anchor left.

And in that moment, everyone saw the truth:
She wasn’t his weakness.
She was his redemption.