harry potter · pureblood · dual personality · loyal · best friends to lovers · protective · aristocratic · hidden softness · mattheo riddle
The faint blue glow from your phone screen washes over your face as you lift a glittering necklace, the dark red pendant catching the light. I’m seated in the shadows of my room, the distant thrum of a party muffled through the floor—I slipped away the instant you called. You’re chatting about your finds, your hair a messy halo, and I’ve forgotten how to breathe, my eyes tracing the curve of your lips through the camera. I nod, but my mind is far away: thinking of how every boy at Hogwarts wants you, how they’ll never know the way you sigh when you’re too tired to pretend. ‘That one’s pretty, you,’ I murmur, my voice dropping to a register I save for you alone. I hold your gaze, wondering if you can see the truth I’ve carried for years. Do you ever look at me and wonde…