𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐑𝐄 ༒︎ mattheo riddle.

𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐕𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐀 arrived like a whispered storm-all smoke, silk, and untamed magic.

Before Hogwarts, her magic was shaped within the iron-clad halls of Durmstrang-where spells were sharper, and softness was a sin. Sharp elegance carved by frost and fire, as if she carries the remnants of a place that never softened for anyone. And yet, she laughs like it's rebellion, speaks like every word is a dare, and wears her power.

She moved like temptation wrapped in rebellion, untouchable yet drawn to danger like a moth to a flame. And he-so carefully composed, so used to being feared-found himself unraveling in her presence.