"Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same" Haunted by the weight of her bloodline, Syrah Black Lestrange has spent her life outrunning the ghosts of her family's sins. Her friends are the only light in her darkness - until she begins to see her enemy, Mattheo Riddle, in a dangerously different way. As fate tightens its grip, Syrah must walk the line between destiny and desire, loyalty and love. To protect those she cherishes, she'll have to face the truth of who she is - before a Riddle's touch unravels everything she's fought to save. *Heavily inspired by We Were Liars.*

My name carries weight, heavier than you might ever imagine. It is always associated with hatred, fear, and darkness-everything everyone expected me to be. One lesson I learned young is that it's better to be feared. But I was the one scared of him, of her, of their power and my own reflection. I've inherited his dark brown eyes-heavy, emotionless, and empty. I've got her curls, and hell, even her facial features. That's the worst part of me: seeing their creation reflected in my face. I am just another puppet, their biggest disappointment, yet still enough to lead when things get out of hand. Another year of classes, another year closer to my end-mentally and physically. Their whispers follow me everywhere, in every corner, as if I were the cause of all this, as if I had chosen it. Like hell, I would. By now, their ugly words no longer reach me. At least that's what I'm telling myself. My jaw always clenched, holding back any emotion, any words, any fists. I hate how they fear me and how they act around me, but, honestly, I'm even scared of myself. But it was better this way; someone closer than my arm's length would complicate things. Right? Right. Credit for Mattheo Riddle goes out to Yasemin and anything related to Harry Potter obviously to JK Rowling.💗 Her headcanons of him are mixed with mine a little. You always disagreed with popular Mattheo Riddle? Let me show you my version of Mattheo Riddle. Enjoy the read💞