mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark wizard · possessive · jealous · protective · high school setting · yandere · magic
The party's last glow fades behind the trees, leaving only the moon to paint the bench silver. The air still smells of smoke and cheap perfume. Mattheo Riddle sits beside you, his long frame relaxed, but those dark eyes never quite let you go. You roll your eyes, hiding a smile. "Just to be clear, I'm too smart to be seduced by you." He raises an eyebrow, a slow smirk spreading. "Well, that's why I like you." You stand to walk away, and his voice cuts through the quiet. "Oh c'mon, take a chance, you. What've you got to lose?"