LillyJaneStephens
Mattheo's voice was low, guttural.
"If he touches you again, I swear-"
Y/n rolled her eyes, brushing past him. "You don't own me, Riddle."
A second voice echoed from the shadows.
Tom.
"Not yet."
She froze. Behind her, Mattheo's jaw clenched.
Then a smooth, silky voice chimed in from the staircase - Marvolo.
"Interesting. I wonder if she realizes how many wars she's started just by walking into a room."
! love triangle!
oc x mattheo riddle x marvolo riddle x Tom riddle