But.. Her.. (Mattheo x Y/n) Enemies to Lovers

Unwanted Guest

 As the lively feast drew to a close, the students began to disperse, each heading towards their respective dormitories to settle in for the night. Y/n checked the slip of parchment in her hand which indicated her dorm room assignment: Mattheo Riddle.

"Of course," she muttered inwardly, resigning herself to the inevitable as she navigated through the corridors towards their shared living quarters. The castle was quiet now, the echoes of the day's excitement fading into the soft hum of distant conversations and the occasional flicker of torchlight.

Upon reaching the dormitory, Y/n cautiously pushed open the door, finding the room empty except for herself. She moved efficiently, unpacking her belongings and arranging them in the space allotted to her. The room began to take on a semblance of familiarity as she meticulously placed her things, preparing for the night ahead.

Just as she settled onto her bed and continued unpacking her belongings, Mattheo Riddle entered the room with an air of indifference, his presence cutting through the quiet atmosphere. He rolled his eyes at the sight of her belongings, a subtle gesture that conveyed his annoyance without words.

"I'm sorry, but you'll have to get used to it," Y/n remarked dryly, meeting his gaze with a hint of amusement dancing in her eyes. She was accustomed to challenges, and his evident displeasure was just another obstacle to navigate.

Mattheo regarded her for a moment, his expression unreadable before grunting in acknowledgment. He made his way to his own bed, the tension palpable yet unspoken between them as they settled into an uneasy truce of shared space.

As night descended, the room crackled with an uncomfortable tension, thickened by Mattheo's blatant animosity towards Y/n. She carefully unpacked her things, each movement met with his disdainful scrutiny.

"You're not what I expected," Mattheo remarked with a sharp edge to his voice, his tone dripping with mockery. "I was hoping for someone with a bit more... substance."

Y/n paused, meeting his gaze squarely despite the sting of his words. "Substance?" she repeated, her voice tinged with incredulity.

"Yeah, substance," he retorted with a scoff, his lips curling into a sneer. "Someone who might actually make a mark around here. Not just another face in the crowd."

Y/n's jaw clenched, her hands balling into fists at her sides as she struggled to maintain her composure. "Well, forgive me for not meeting your expectations," she shot back, her tone biting with restrained anger. "I'm sure I'll manage just fine without your approval."

Mattheo chuckled darkly, the sound grating on her nerves. "Don't bet on it," he replied coldly, his gaze boring into hers with open disdain. "You'll fade into obscurity before you know it."

The insult hung in the air like a bitter cloud, poisoning the atmosphere between them. Y/n fought the urge to lash out, instead channeling her frustration into a steely resolve. She finished arranging her things in silence, refusing to dignify Mattheo's hostility with a response.