mattheo riddle was typically the one to mess with someone's heart. hell, he was notorious at hogwarts for being a player and a womanizer, but he'd preferred to call himself someone with a wide range of taste. all in all, it wasn't uncommon to be one of the many girls he'd led on.

clearly you had other plans with him.

he didn't know how you had done it, but there was something so magnetic about you that reeled him in — you were simply something he couldn't resist. of course, he had developed a thing for you, though he masked it as lesser, brushing it off as minimal lust or whatever. you radiated charm and drew people in, the same way he'd been drawn in. he was undoubtedly bewitched by you.

but mattheo had been in enough situations to know he was being played. he'd done it a thousand times himself. he knew what you were doing since the very moment you'd brushed him off, told him you had only wanted to be friends, but still ended up on top of him twenty minutes later.

the worst part was, he knew of your tactics. for merlin's sake, mattheo was sure he'd done them himself. during parties or even in the hallway, he'd watched as you eyed other classmates — he was even sure he'd seen you wink at a few guys.

yet, despite the many tactics he'd used to isolate himself, whether heyelled at you or ignored you completely, mattheo always found himself back at your feet. he was being manipulated, and he was damn well aware of it.

today was no different. he was angry at you, was (shamefully) a dick to you this morning, and had given you the cold shoulder. it wasn't until he saw you at his doorway when he knew there would be no success in his attempts to lose feeling for you.

"fuck off," he grunted towards you, smoothing his hands on his trousers.