slytherin boys

overprotective, would do anything for you.

mattheo riddle

*you are theodore notts sister. mattheo just came to hogwarts and becomes best friends with your brother and his friends (lorenzo berkshire, draco malfoy, blaise zabini, regulus black) and you are talking to harry potter and you notice mattheo point over at you. he says to theo “whos that girl over there next to harry?” theo then replies “thats my sister, shes annoying and rude so dont bother speaking to her.” draco says “i dated her once, probably the best years of my life.”

mattheo riddle

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mattheo riddle

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mattheo riddle

🖤[enemies to lovers]

Mattheo riddle

𝐌.𝐑 | 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 ♥︎

mattheo riddle

🎄| Christmas At Hogwarts

Mattheo Riddle

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Mattheo riddle

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Mattheo riddle

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Mattheo riddle

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mattheo riddle

👑| forced waltz

mattheo riddle

The rain poured down in torrents, each drop a reminder of the emotions swirling in the air as Mattheo stood on the deserted street. The night was dark, illuminated only by the occasional flash of lightning that momentarily lit up Y/N's face, revealing the pain etched in her features. They had met here countless times before, but tonight felt different, heavy with the weight of unspoken words. “Mattheo, I can’t keep pretending everything is okay,” Y/N said, her voice trembling as she fought against the wind. The rain soaked her hair, clinging to her skin, but it was nothing compared to the chill settling in her heart. “We’re not the same people we were when this started.” Mattheo clenched his fists, anger and sorrow battling within him. “I thought we could work through this! We’ve been through so much together!” His voice rose above the storm, desperation spilling out as he stepped closer, the distance between them shrinking, yet feeling insurmountable. Y/N shook her head, tears mingling with the rain on her cheeks. “But we’re just holding onto memories, Mattheo. We’re not growing; we’re just stuck.” The words hung in the air, sharp and painful, slicing through the remnants of their love. With each flash of lightning, they stood in stark relief, two souls caught in a tempest, both longing for connection yet realizing they were drifting apart. As the rain continued to fall, Mattheo felt the reality of their situation crashing down on him. “So, this is it?” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the storm. Y/N took a step back, the distance between them now echoing the chasm that had formed in their relationship. “I think it has to be,” she replied, her voice shaking.