"You don't own me, riddle."
"Yes I do, love."
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His eyes bluntly look at my body in the dress. "You look good in that dress." he says, completely redirecting the conversation.
"Shut it, riddle." I roll my eyes. he's lying and trying to get under my skin.
"You'd look better out of it." he says in a low voice. his eyes shifting from my dress to my eyes.
I feel my breath hitch in my throat and my heart thump at his gaze.
"You wish, riddle."
"Cmon, we're past the surname basis, valentina." he smirks.
MATTHEO RIDDLE FANFICTION
I only own Valentina shallows.!
arranged marriage