Mattheo Riddle - Imagines/OneShot

Forbidden Love

Word Count: 761

The flickering of a candlelight casted long shadows on the walls of the empty classroom, making the room feel even more secretive. I paced nervously, the sound of my footsteps barely audible over the pounding of my heart. Meeting Mattheo like this had become too risky, too dangerous—but I couldn't stay away. Not from him.

The door creaked open, and he slipped inside, closing it softly behind him. His eyes found mine instantly, that familiar, intense gaze making my breath catch. He looked just as troubled as I felt, his dark hair tousled as though he'd been running his hands through it in frustration. "

"Y/N," he said quietly, his voice a rough whisper in the silence. "We can't keep doing this."

I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his words settle over me. He was right. We weren't supposed to be together—everyone had made that perfectly clear. He was the Mattheo riddle, the son of Voldemort, marked by darkness and fear. And I...I was from a family that fought for everything his father sought to destroy. We were enemies by blood, by history.

But none of that seemed to matter when I was with him. Not in moments like this, when it was just the two of us, hidden away from the rest of the world.

"I know," I whispered back, my voice barely holding steady. "But I can't stay away from you."

Mattheo stepped closer, his presence overwhelming in the quiet space. His hand reached out, brushing against my arm, sending shivers down my spine. His touch was hesitant, as if he knew the cost of what he was about to do but couldn't stop himself.

"I shouldn't have let this go on," he muttered, his brows furrowed, "It's only a matter of time before someone finds out, and when they do..."

He didn't need to finish. We both knew what would happen. Our families—our worlds—would tear us apart. They wouldn't care about the feelings we had tried so hard to deny. Forbidden love was a betrayal in their eyes, something to be crushed before it could even take root.

"I don't care," I said, stepping closer, my hand reaching for his. "Let them find out. Let them say whatever they want. None of it changes how I feel about you."

Mattheo stared at me, his eyes flickering with a storm of emotions—fear, desire, and something softer, something he rarely let anyone else see. For a moment, I thought he might pull away, that he would finally do what we both knew was inevitable. But then his hand closed around mine, his grip firm, as though he was holding onto something he couldn't afford to lose.

"I hate this," he breathed, his voice low and rough. I hate that I can't have you the way I want. I hate that we have to hide. I hate...that I'm putting you in danger."

"You're not putting me in danger," I whispered, stepping closer, until our bodies were almost touching. I choose this. I choose you."

The words hung in the air between us, heavy with meaning. His eyes darkened, and in that moment, I saw the war raging inside him. The side of him that wanted to push me away to protect me, and the side that couldn't let me go.

Before I could say anything else, Mattheo closed the gap between us, his lips crashing down on mine in a kiss that was as desperate as it was tender. His hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as if he was afraid I may slip away. The kiss was raw, filled with the fear of losing what we weren't supposed to have. But it was also filled with the passion of something forbidden, something too strong to be denied.

When we finally pulled apart, both of us breathing heavily, Mattheo looked at me closely, staring at every inch of my face. He then hugged me tightly, and I could feel his heart pounding as fast as mine.

"I can't lose you," he whispered, the vulnerability in his voice so unlike the confident, guarded boy the rest of the world saw. "But I don't know how to keep you safe."

"You don't have to," I murmured, my hands cupping his face, forcing him to look at me. "We'll find a way. Together."

For a moment, there was only the sound of our breathing, the quiet tickling of the seconds we had stolen from a world that wanted to keep us apart. In that space, it was just us—Mattheo and Y/N. No last names, no bloodlines, no war.

Just love. 

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I'm backkkk. That update I promised definitely wasn't in a few hours, sorry for that... I thought I published but I guess I didn't lmao

I'll be posting a few more tonight because I feel bad <3

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