The Shadowmancer - Mattheo Riddle
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Crazy Mattheo. 18+. Fuck load of drama. True Enemies to Lovers. Morally Grey characters. Altered timeline. Slowburn.
It was a foolish thing, to chase something that did not want to be chased. Yet here he was, moving through the storm, a fool of his own making. Wasn't that always the way? To desire the unattainable, to pursue the impossible, to tempt fate just to see if it would flinch? And he was not merely tempting-it was obsession. It always had been.
Ever since he had first laid eyes on her, a peculiar disturbance had taken root in his mind, eroding the careful architecture of his rationality at a relentless, gruelling pace. His thoughts, usually sharp and precise, now tangled themselves around a single name. A single image.
"Evangeline," he called, voice low, deliberate, carrying over the pounding rain as he approached a dead end-a fortune teller's caravan, nestled like a crooked jewel among the shadows of the street. He could almost laugh at the absurdity of it. Fate, destiny, providence-all the nonsense he had scoffed at. And yet, here he was, chasing a shadow through a storm.
Riddle had never been a believer in fate, never trusted the notion that the universe's twisted motions bent toward justice or mercy. If a divine power truly existed, it would surely have him killed.
His transgressions were countless: blood spilled, lives extinguished, chaos sewn. And yet, he had never been caught. Never punished. Perhaps the universe had no interest in order-perhaps it simply watched, amused.