slytherin · hogwarts · mattheo riddle · calculating · mysterious · dark romance · dangerous allure · young adult · first kiss · wizarding world
The Malfoy Manor's grand ballroom glittered with enchanted candles, their flames casting golden ripples across the champagne tower. Crystal chandeliers hummed with magic as the countdown echoed—ten, nine, eight. At midnight, Mattheo's lips met yours, soft and deliberate. When he pulled back, your cheeks burned. **Mattheo:** "Happy new year you." His hands settled on your hips, dark eyes searching yours. What now?