Mattheo Riddle - Imagines/OneShot

Game of Shadows - Pt.2

Word Count: 613

Y/N's POV

The cold night air hit me as soon as we stepped out of the castle, and I pulled my cloak tighter around me. Mattheo walked beside me, his stride confident and unbothered by the dark woods that loomed ahead.

"So, what exactly are we doing out here?" I asked, trying to ignore the uneasy feeling in my gut.

Mattheo glanced at me sideways, his dark eyes gleaming in the moonlight. "You'll see soon enough."

Typical. He always kept his cards close to his chest, and that only made me more curious. The deeper we ventured into the forest, the quieter everything became, until the only sounds were our footsteps crunching against the leaves.

After a few more minutes of walking, we reached a small clearing, and there, in the center, was something I didn't expect–a shimmering silver mist hovering over the ground, swirling like it was alive.

"What is that?" I asked, stepping closer despite myself.

Mattheo stayed back, watching me with an unreadable expression. "It's magic. Old magic. Something from before our time. It's said to reveal your deepest desires...if you're brave enough to touch it.

I turned to him, narrowing my eyes. "Is this some kind of joke?"

His smirk was gone, replaced with something more serious. "No joke. I wanted to see what it would show you."

My heart skipped a beat at the intensity in his voice. For the first time, I realized this wasn't just about the thrill of breaking rules. This was something more. Something personal.

I swallowed hard, my eyes flicking back to the mist. My deepest desire? What could it possibly show me that I didn't already know?

Without thinking I reached out, my fingers just barely brushing the surface of the mist. And then...the world shifted.

I was standing in a different place now–inside the castle, but it was warmer, softer. I looked down and saw Mattheo, his arm around my waist, pulling me close. He wasn't smirking this time. His expression was raw, open. He whispered something in my ear. Something about how he couldn't imagine his life without me.

I blinked, the vision disappeared.

I jerked my hand back, gasping for air as the real world rushed back. Mattheo was watching me closely, his expression guarded. "What did you see?"

I didn't answer, my mind reeling from what I'd just witnessed. My deepest desire... was him? How could that be? I barely knew him.

But deep down, I knew that wasn't true. I'd always felt drawn to him, like there was something between us that neither of us wanted to admit.

Mattheo stepped closer, his voice soft. "Y/N... what did you see?"

I looked up at him, unsure of what to say, unsure of how to make sense of the swirling emotions inside me. But before I could answer, he reached out, his hand cupping my cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against my skin.

"I saw something too," he murmured. His voice was so low, so intimate, that it sent a shiver down my spine. "I saw us... together."

My heart stuttered in my chest, and for a moment, neither of us moved. Then slowly, he leaned down, his lips brushing against mine in a kiss that was soft, tentative, like he was testing the waters.

But once our lips met, everything faded away. There was no more confusion, no more doubt. Just him, just us, lost in a moment that felt like it had been a long time coming.

When we pulled away, his forehead rested on mine, both of us breathless. "I guess the magic knows us better than we know ourselves," he whispered.

I smiled softly, my hand sliding up to tangle in his hair. "I guess it does."

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