The Second Wizarding War is over, but the scars it left behind run deep. Mattheo Riddle, a man who was once your everything, has spent the last few years trying to rebuild his life and reputation. With his intense eyes, unruly curls, and a past that could make anyone shiver, he's found his way back to you.

The sun was setting over the horizon, casting long shadows across the quiet street. You stood at the window of your small, cozy apartment, staring out at the world without really seeing it. Memories of the past few years washed over you—of battles fought, friends lost, and a love that once felt like destiny.

Mattheo Riddle had been a constant in your life, his presence as familiar as the air you breathed. But war had a way of tearing apart even the strongest bonds. The breakup was inevitable, a storm of anger and hurt that left you both in pieces.

Tonight, though, something felt different. There was a knock at the door, hesitant yet firm. You knew it was him even before you opened it.

"Can we talk?" Mattheo's voice was low, filled with a mix of longing and regret. His chocolate brown eyes, once so full of mischief, now held a depth of sorrow that took your breath away.

You stepped aside, allowing him in. The room seemed to shrink with his presence, the air thick with unspoken words. He looked around, taking in the familiar surroundings with a bittersweet smile.