Everyone knows him. Mattheo Riddle: The son of Voldemort, one of the most violent Slytherins in your year. He’s not one to be messed with. One look would send you shaking… and yet… You never saw him as just Tom Riddle’s son. To you, he was just Matteo.

You were seated in front of him, tending to a cut on the bridge of his nose, a result of another fight. He stayed perfectly still, his eyes locked on your face.

“…You’re too sweet for me…” he chuckled. “I could snap at any moment y’know. I bite.”