"I don't understand-" "There's nothing to understand. He hurt you, Amora. He had to pay, I don't give a fuck if he was wasted." he lowers his gaze at me. "But why do you care, Mattheo?" I ask, my gaze meeting his. He takes in a breath, breaking eye contact as his eyes scan around the room for a moment before meeting mine once again. "I don't," he states. Once again, he was lying. I knew he was lying. ~~~ Amora Sinclair and Mattheo Riddle were bound by fate to be enemies. Amora is your typical Slytherin princess. Mattheo is the boy who couldn't feel. Against all odds, their worlds collide in a dangerous game of secrets, desire, and betrayal. As shadows deepen and old wounds bleed, how will they navigate every dark twist and turn that comes their way?

Mattheo gripped her wrists, not to pull her closer, but to hold her at bay. His knuckles were white. "Consider me dead." He whispered, his eyes swimming with a pain so deep it looked like drowning. "Because I would rather you hate me and be alive than love me and be buried. Next year... there is no 'us.'" He let go of her wrists as if her skin had burned him. The silence that followed was heavier than the shouting, the kind of silence that happens right after a fuse has run out, but before the world actually ends. "You're a coward." She whispered, the word hit him harder than the shove did after he had let go of her wrists. Her eyes were burning with unshed tears. "You're so fucking afraid of losing me that you're willing to get yourself killed." Mattheo flinched as if she'd slapped him. For a second, the boy she loved flickered in his eyes, longing, desperate, and terrified. Then, his expression went dead. The shutters came down, leaving him looking like a marble statue of a prince who had already lost his kingdom. "Call me whatever you want." He said, his voice terrifyingly calm. "But stay away from me. If you see me in the corridors, turn around. If I look at you, look away. From this moment on, I don't know you." He turned to leave, his cloak billowing behind him like a funeral shroud. The explosives had gone off, just like they always did between them. But this time, there was no smoke to clear, no thrill in the aftermath. There was only the smell of burnt air and the realization that Parker was standing in the middle of a ruin he had built as an attempt to keep her from harm. Ranking #1 mattheoriddle 24-02-2026 #1 riddle 19-04-2026 #2 slow burn 01-04-2026

Lithia Holmes has spent her life in Appleton Manor-a place as polished and suffocating as a gilded cage. While her brothers, Sherlock and Mycroft, move freely through the world of intellect and investigation, Lithia is expected to smile, obey, and become the perfect society daughter. But brilliance doesn't dim just because others prefer it hidden. Refusing to be caged any longer, Lithia runs away to Oxford under a false name, determined to build a life of her own making.

She wasn't meant to be part of the game. Maeve Holden was just another student. Quiet. Unremarkable. Invisible. Until she wasn't. One interruption is all it takes to capture the attention of James Moriarty, and once he notices something, he doesn't let it go. Because Maeve doesn't understand the game. She changes it.

𝑱𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌 ߷☙𝑨 𝑪 𝑪 𝑰 𝑺 𝑴 𝑼 𝑺 ☙߷ 〖𝒇𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕〗 "𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑺 𝑰𝑵 𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑬𝒀𝑬𝑺 −−−−−−−−−− 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑫 𝑰𝑵 𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑯𝑨𝑰𝑹" 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀 ❪ 𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆. ❫

𝙎𝙪𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙡𝙮, 𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙥𝙚 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙝. "𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙀𝙣𝙯𝙤, 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚." 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙮 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙖 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙬. "𝙒𝙝𝙤 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪!?" 𝙇𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙖 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙨, 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙥 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙧. "𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙤, 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚." "𝙇𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙖 𝙇𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙯. 𝙉𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙉𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙢𝙚!?" ＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊ His heart is as cold as ice, without a care in the world for anything or anyone... but he only has one goal - to make her 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙣. Little does he know, she's not the weak, naive girl that he thinks she is... deep down, she has many dark secrets, some of which could send her straight to Azkaban. But her secret died with her parents, so no one will find out... 𝙊𝙧 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙨. ＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊ rankings: #1 mattheo #1 riddle #2 mattheoriddle

"Does it ever get easier" she said as she put her lips to the end of the cigarette, blowing it out into the frigid wind. Looking down at my burning knuckles littered with cuts and bruised purple, I didn't know how to answer her question. I wanted to tell her the world felt easier when she sat with me like this but I knew I would end up looking soft. "It was never hard."

In which the drug dealer is fighting the urge to commit to the lonely girl. Fezco X OC TW: This story mentions: -substance abuse -physical abuse -mental abuse -depression -death -suicide

° there's no remedy for memory your face is like a melody, it won't leave my head. ° fezco/euphoriahbo {all rights go to hbo for euphoria}

"for a moment, i was feeling like i had you. didn't wanna leave, i had to. it's a quarter after three saying everything we mean." ---- [seasons one] [completed] [book 1 of 2] [editing]