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MATTHEO RIDDLE was known throughout hogwarts for his cold demeanor, sharp mind, and the dangerous aura that trailed him like a shadow. his last name alone was enough to send shivers down most spines, but there was one person who managed to thaw his icy exterior - you.
you, the enigmatic slytherin girl who had caught his eye during the first week of your fifth year. the two of you had quickly become inseparable, and now, in your seventh year, you were his everything.
mattheo's love language was as clear as the green and silver of your house colors: physical touch. it was in the way his fingers brushed against yours as you walked side by side in the slytherin common room, the way his arm would find its place around your waist at dinner in the great hall and the possessive grip on your thigh during class when you sat next to each other.
you sat in the dimly lit common room, your back resting against his chest as you leaned against him on the plush green sofa. the fire crackled softly, casting flickering shadows across the stone walls. his arms were wrapped securely around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder as you flipped through a potions textbook.
"are you even reading that?" he murmured into your ear, his breath warm against your skin. you smiled, turning your head slightly to meet his gaze. his dark eyes were fixed on you, filled with a softness that only you ever got to see. "i am, but you're making it difficult to concentrate."
"good." he smirked, pressing a kiss to your neck. "i don't like it when your attention is on anything other than me."
you rolled your eyes playfully but didn't move to disentangle yourself from his hold. the truth was, you loved the way he was always touching you. it made you feel safe, adored, and more importantly, like you were the most important person in the world to him.
in public, mattheo kept it somewhat tolerable, though his need to touch you never waned. he would hold your hand as you walked to classes, his thumb tracing circles on your palm. his hand would rest on the small of your back or on your waist, guiding you through the crowded hallways as if to remind everyone that you were his and his alone.
but it was in private that his need for you truly showed. the moment you were alone, it was as if a switch flipped inside him. he'd pull you into his arms, burying his face in your hair, inhaling your scent like it was a drug he was addicted to. his hands would roam your body, caressing your arms, your back, your legs - any part of you he could reach. he'd kiss you deeply, passionately, as if he could never get enough of you.
"mattheo," you whispered one evening as he held you close, his fingers tracing patterns on your bare shoulder. "why are you always so... affectionate with me?"
he looked up at you, his expression serious. "because i need you, love. you're my everything."
your heart melted at his words. you knew that he meant it. for all his rough edges and the dangerous reputation that followed him, mattheo riddle was completely and utterly devoted to you.
