Lover of mine

Mattheo Riddle was consumed by the darkness within him.
The shadow that had followed him since childhood was no longer something hidden - everyone could see it now. With unruly dark curls, haunting brown eyes, and a presence that demanded attention, he was impossible to ignore and even harder to approach. Scars marked his skin like cruel reminders of the truth he carried and the destiny he despised. Many believed Mattheo hated his own kind; some even swore they had never heard him speak, only witnessed the cold menace in his gaze. Night was the only time he felt at peace, when the darkness outside matched the one buried deep inside him.

Alessia carried her surname like a curse.
A silent burden that isolated her from everyone around her. While Mattheo was feared openly, Alessia disappeared into the shadows by choice - quiet, withdrawn, and hidden for reasons no one could understand. Many believed she had been wrongly sorted into Slytherin, a house that never truly fit her yet chained her to endless whispers and suspicion. She endured the stares and rumors in silence, never defending herself, never explaining. And perhaps that made her even more dangerous. Because a person with too many questions can be dangerous- but someone who asks none at all is far worse for her.

In many ways, they were mirrors of each other.
Two souls shaped by darkness, separated only by careful arrangements made by the professors who feared what might happen if they ever crossed paths. No one knew the extent of Alessia's abilities. No one knew what Mattheo Riddle was truly planning.

But if they ever met...
Would their collision destroy the world around them -

-or finally save it?