Mattheo Riddle - Imagines/OneShot

Tears

Word Count: 608

Song Inspo: My Eyes Only - Precious Pepala

The Great Hall buzzed with quiet conversation as the students settled in for dinner. At the Slytherin table, Mattheo Riddle lounged lazily, his dark eyes tracing the contours of Y/N's face. She sat beside him, her posture immaculate, her lips curved in a polite but distant smile as she engaged in meaningless chatter with her classmates.

Mattheo leaned in, his voice low and laced with charm. "You're quiet tonight, love. Something on your mind?"

Y/N shook her head, meeting his gaze briefly. "Just tired, that's all."

It was a lie, but she had mastered the art of hiding her truth. She knew what he thought of weakness, how he despised vulnerability. Mattheo craved fire and strength, the qualities that had drawn him to her in the first place. She wasn't about to show him that the spark within her had long since been extinguished.

Their relationship was intoxicating, a feverish mix of passion and destruction. Mattheo was magnetic, his presence a dangerous pull she couldn't resist. But he was also the shadow that darkened her one-bright world.

Before him, Y/N had been a guiding light at Hogwarts—a confidante, a friend, a source of comfort. Students had sought her advice; professors had praised her. But the moment she chose Mattheo, everything shifted. The whispers started, hushed conversations questioning her judgment, pitying the girl who had fallen for the son of Voldemort.

At first, she ignored them. She thought things would eventually return to normal. They didn't.

Now, when she walked through the corridors, she felt the weight of judgment in every glance and heard the disdain in every hushed voice. Her professors no longer treated her with the same respect, their eyes filled with disappointment instead of pride.

But what stung the most wasn't the opinions of others—it was who she had become

Later that night, Y/N locked herself in her dorm room, the walls a cold and silent witness to her unraveling. The bed dipped as she collapsed into it, burying her face in her hands. Her shoulders shook, tears falling freely now that no one could see.

Behind closed doors, she allowed herself to grieve.

She missed the girl she used to be, the one who had dreams that weren't entangled with someone else's darkness. She missed the warmth she used to feel when she helped others, the pride she used to have in herself.

She thought about leaving him sometimes, escaping the suffocating pull of his presence. But then she'd see the way Mattheo looked at her, as if she were the only thing anchoring him to the world, and she couldn't bring herself to do it.

Mattheo wasn't good for her. She knew that. But she loved him, even when it hurt.

The tears stopped eventually, her body trembling with exhaustion. Y/N wiped her face, her fingers trembling as she forced herself to stand and face the mirror. She didn't recognize the girl staring back at her.

"I'm fine," she whispered, as if saying it aloud may make it true.

But deep down, she knew she wasn't.

The next morning, Y/N met Mattheo in the common room. He smirked as he took her hand, lacing their fingers together.

"You're smiling today," he noted, his tone teasing. "Told you last night was just a mood."

Y/N smiled back, but it didn't reach her eyes.

"For your eyes only," she murmured, repeating the words he'd whispered to her many times before.

Mattheo kissed her temple, oblivious to the storm raging inside her. And as they walked through the halls together, she kept her head high, the mask firmly in place, hiding the cracks that threatened to shatter her. 

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Sorry for the weird layout, I was writing this on my phone, and it's not agreeing with me. I'll edit it later!!

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