Mattheo Riddle - Imagines/OneShot

Desire

Word Count: 750

Song Inspo: Forbidden Fruit -  Tommee Proffitt, Sam Tinnesz & Brooke 

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Y/N POV

The castle feels different at night. Not like all the other nights I've spent here.

Quieter...but it's the kind of quiet that doesn't want you here. The kind that hums in the air, thick with secrets and things that are better left untouched.

I shouldn't be doing this. I know that.

Not after I told him no. Not after swearing to myself and him that I'd keep my distance.

And yet... here I am, walking past the last pool of torchlight, letting the darkness swallow me whole.

The old greenhouse rises ahead like a shadowed cathedral, its glass panes fractured by time and neglect. Moonlight catches on the jagged edges, scattering silver across the damp stone.

And there he is.

Mattheo Riddle.

He's leaning against the moss-slick wall like he's been here for hours, waiting—knowing I'd come, even when I told him I wouldn't. His wand spins lazily in his fingers, but his eyes...his eyes are a different kind of dangerous you don't recover from.

"You're late," he says, voice low, curling around me like smoke.

"I shouldn't be here at all." My voice not as steady as I wish it to be.

A smirk arose on his face. "And yet..." he gestures toward the space between us. "Here you are."

I hate the way my pulse quickens. Hate the way my body already leans toward him when my mind is screaming leave.

The night smells of rain and night-blooming flowers, but all I taste is the anticipation tightening in my throat.

The greenhouse door creaks as I push it open. Inside, the air is warmer, heavy with the scent of damp earth. The shadows deepen, curling around the two of us like a secret.

I don't ask him as to why he wanted us to meet. I already know the answer.

Mattheo's POV

She's the most elegant, the most graceful creature I've ever laid my eyes upon. But, that means that she is the most dangerous thing in this castle—and the worst part, she doesn't even realize it.

I've tried to keep my distance.

Tried to tell myself that getting too close will be my undoing. But she walks into the greenhouse, and it's as if the air changes, charged and fragile, as if one wrong breath or sudden movement could shatter everything.

She stops a few feet away. Her hands are clenched at her sides like she's holding herself back from reaching for me.

Good. She should.

"What do you want from me, Mattheo?" she asks, her voice soft like velvet, making my chest tighten.

Everything. I want everything. I want her voice in my head and her hands in my hair. I want her breathless and broken open underneath me. I want her in ways I shouldn't.

But I can't say that.

So I take a step closer. Then another.

Her back finds the greenhouse wall, the glass behind her rattling faintly. The moonlight frames her face, catching the rise and fall of her breath.

"You already know," I murmur.

Y/N's POV

He's close enough now that I can feel the heat radiating from him. His hand lifts, fingers brushing my jaw, tracing the line to my chin. It's barely a touch, but it sears like fire.

My heart is a drumbeat in my throat, each pulse daring me to lean in.

"This is wrong," I breathe.

"Then stop me."

He says it like a challenge, like he knows I won't.

When his lips crash onto mine, it's not gentle—no, it's a claim. His mouth moves against mine with the hunger of someone who's been starving for far too long.

My hands fist in the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer, even as some fragile part of me whispers that this is the point of no return.

Mattheo's POV

She tastes like sin—like something sweet enough to ruin me.

Her lips part, and I deepen the kiss, one hand threading into her hair, the other pressing against the wall beside her head. Her body fits against mine as if it was always meant to, as if every step we've taken until now has been leading us to this moment.

When I pull back, she's breathing hard, eyes wide, cheeks flushed.

Merlin help me, she's perfect like this. Undone and furious at herself for wanting me.

"Say it," I whisper.

She shakes her head, but I can see it in her eyes.

She wants me.

The forbidden fruit is already in her eyes–and she's not letting go.

And neither am I. 

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Hello my lovely readers, it's been a while since I've updated...sorry bout that.

I hope you enjoyed this update! I've been reading a lot lately cause I've been looking back at my previous chapters and oof... there def needs to be some improvement

At the moment, I'm borrowing the book "Shallow River" from my friend. Any book recs?

Stay Beautiful <3