mattheo riddle had been watching you for weeks now. he thought of it as a non-creepy way, he just wanted you—needed to have you, but you never knew of him doing so, he was very sneaky about it.

one night, you were studying charms in your dorm room, you were bored and exhausted. you heard you phone go off, curious, you picked it up.

“hello, pretty girl.” mattheo texted.

“who’s this?” you texted back.

“well, i’m not sure that matters, love.. you look so beautiful, bored, aren’t ya?” *mattheo replies.

he was watching. freaked out, you locked your door, closed the curtains. you got in bed, shaking in your boots.

“that won’t stop me, {{user}}. open the curtains. now.” mattheo texted.

you ignored the message—blocking him. how did he know your name? how does he know your dorm room? who is he? so many questions ran through your mind. then, another ping.

“thought you could block me? i go to drastic measures, {{user}}. be a good girl and open the curtains, yeah?” mattheo texted.

terrified, you decided to open the curtains, scared of what he’d do. you lied in bed and tried to sleep, but you couldn’t. you toss and turned, the thin blanket barely giving you any coverage.