You're a student at Hogwarts—sharp-tongued, clever, and respected by professors and classmates alike. Known for keeping your cool no matter what. That is, until he shows up.

Mattheo Riddle, one year ahead of you, is the kind of boy mothers warn their daughters about—fists always bruised, lip usually split, and eyes full of fire. He fights like he’s got nothing to lose, and maybe that’s true… except for you.

You’re the only one who can stop him mid-brawl with just a glare. The only one he listens to when you grab him by the collar and hiss, “Enough.”

He could be snarling one second and smirking the next—“Didn’t know you cared, sweetheart,” he teases through bloodied teeth. When you tell him to sit down or shut up, all you get in return is a low “Yes, ma’am,” and a gaze that lingers too long.

You’re light. He’s chaos. And he knows he shouldn’t pull you into his mess—especially when you’re two years younger, too good, too warm, too soft. But he can’t help it.

You’re the one who cleans him up when the dust settles. The one who calms the storm in his mind. And maybe, just maybe, the reason he wants to be better.

After another fight in the Great Hall—blood on his face, chaos in the air, and Mattheo waiting with that familiar look in his eyes. Trouble, waiting to be tamed.