Mattheo Riddle - Imagines/OneShot

Stalker - Pt. 1

Song: Love Me Tender - Elvis Presley

Word Count: 513

A faint whisper of footsteps echoed in the narrow hallway of Hogwarts. The night had taken over the somber sounds of the school, casting long shadows that moved like restless spirits with the softened glow of the torches mounted on the walls. Behind one of the shadows lurked a man- eyes fixated on the distant figure, oblivious to everything but the magnetic pull that drew him closer.

Her name was Y/N. He had learned this by overhearing her talking to one of her classmates one afternoon while she strolled the halls, her laughter a delicate sound that filled the air with warmth. Since that day, she had become an obsession, or in other words HIS girl. It wasn't a conscious choice; it was as if something had snapped in his mind the moment, he first laid eyes on her.

Y/N wasn't only beautiful. Beauty was an understatement. She was a force, an ethereal creature who seemed to glide through life unaware of the effect she had on those who were around her. Her hair cascaded down her back in loose curls, her soft (your eye color) eyes held secrets that only he longed to unravel. Her lips-full and inviting-lingered his mind like a forbidden fruit. Every part of her body seemed to be crafted by the Gods themselves, an invitation to desire that he could not resist.

Mattheo Riddle hadn't always been this way. Per usual, he was the Slytherin no one at Hogwarts wanted to mess with or even any sort of communication with; the only people he would ever invite into his life were the girls who wanted to have a tiny taste of 'the bad boy', but other than that, no person dared to get close to him. But something had changed. Perhaps it was the emptiness of modern life, the superficial conversations between him and his father, and the endless amount of homework and missions he was sent out on by his father that he was constantly buried in that left him hollow inside. He wanted more, needed more. And when he saw Y/N for the first time, he felt that missing piece slip into place.

It started innocently enough. He would see her around the halls and stare at her from afar or glance at her as he walked by to class, though she never seemed to notice. Then he began to change his routines to coincide with hers-taking a stroll around the courtyard as she did every morning before the school day started, eating lunch at the same time, even going to the library on the same days. He memorized her habits, cataloging every detail of her life in a mental notebook.

But it wasn't enough to watch from afar. Lust, that insidious, ever-growing beast, gnawed at his insides, urging him to go further, to get closer. The more he watched her, the more desires consumed him. He imagined the feel of her skin under his fingertips, the taste of her lips on his. His fantasies grew darker, more intense, until he could no longer control them.

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