Mattheo Riddle - Imagines/OneShot

This isn't Love

Song Inspo: Meant to Be Yours- Heathers

Word Count: 1376

The Slytherin common room was empty and silent, but I could feel the weight of the castle's walls pressing in on me. Shadows flickered against the stone, making the air feel colder, heavier. I stared into the fire, watching the flames dance, trying to calm the storm of thoughts swirling in my head. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop thinking about him.

Mattheo Riddle.

He was everything I wasn't. Dark, brooding, intense. The kind of boy who drew attention without even trying, who walked through the halls of Hogwarts like he owned them. And for a time, I had felt special being at his side, felt powerful by association. But lately, something had changed. There was a darkness in him that I hadn't seen before, something dangerous lurking behind those cold gray eyes.

I should have left him weeks ago. I knew that. Everyone told me to. My friends, even my professors—they all warned me that Mattheo wasn't good for me, that I deserved better. But leaving him felt impossible. I was trapped in a web of fear and obsession, unable to escape. The thought of walking away from him made my heart race with panic. I couldn't leave him. Not when he needed me. Not when I was the only one who could keep him from falling apart.

But now... now I wasn't so sure I could.

The door to the common room creaked open, and I jumped, my heart pounding in my chest. Mattheo stepped inside, his eyes locking onto mine immediately. He looked different tonight—more disheveled, more frantic. His hair was a mess, his robes wrinkled and untidy, and there was an unsettling intensity in his gaze that made me shiver.

"Matty," I whispered, standing up from the chair. "What's going on? Where have you been?"

He didn't answer right away. Instead, he crossed the room in a few quick strides, pulling me into his arms. His grip was tight, almost too tight, and I could feel the tension radiating off him in waves.

"I couldn't sleep," he muttered into my hair, his voice rough. "I couldn't stop thinking about you. About us."

I wrapped my arms around him, trying to steady my breathing. "You don't have to worry, Mattheo. I'm here."

He pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, his expression dark and haunted. "They're trying to take you away from me, you know that, right? Your friends. The professors. Everyone. They all want to separate us."

"No one's trying to take me away from you," I said softly, though I wasn't entirely sure I believed my own words.

He shook his head, his hands gripping my shoulders with a force that bordered on painful. "Don't lie to me, Y/N. I'm not stupid. I see the way they look at me. Like I'm some sort of monster. Like I don't deserve you."

His words sent a chill down my spine. Lately, Mattheo had been growing more paranoid, more obsessed with the idea that everyone was against him. And no matter how much I tried to reassure him, it only seemed to make things worse.