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Y/N sat cross-legged on Mattheo's bed, her laptop balanced on her thighs, heart hammering as she scrolled through the chaos she had just unleashed.

Her face reveal had been up for barely fifteen minutes, and her notifications were already out of control. Wattpad was practically breaking from the amount of comments flooding in.

"OMG STOP YOU'RE ACTUALLY GORGEOUS??"
"HOW is this fair?? Talented AND pretty???"
"I KNEW IT. NO ONE WRITES LIKE YOU WITHOUT BEING HOT."

Y/N's cheeks burned as she scrolled, biting her lip. This was way more attention than she expected. She had been hesitant to do a face reveal, not because she was insecure, but because she liked the mystery.

Well. So much for that.

Then she saw it.

One comment, sitting there like a loaded weapon in the middle of the madness.

MattheoRiddle: She is.

Her stomach dropped.

Oh. Oh, hell no.

Y/N's breath caught in her throat, eyes widening as she stared at his words. As if on cue, her comment section exploded even worse than before.

💀 "SIR?? WHO ARE YOU??"
🔥 "YOU KNOW HER IRL???"
👀 "Wait. WAIT. Is this THE Mattheo?? Like... from her stories???"
😭 "IF THIS IS HER BOYFRIEND I SWEAR TO GOD—"
💥 "CONFIRMED. Y/N HAS A MAN. WE HAVE BEEN LIED TO."

Y/N let out a strangled noise, somewhere between a groan and a laugh.

Of course Mattheo would do this.

Of course he would casually drop a comment like that and then disappear, leaving her to deal with the absolute chaos he caused.

Her phone buzzed, and she already knew who it was before she even looked.

Mattheo: You're welcome, love.Mattheo: Took 'em long enough to figure out how stunning you are.

Y/N clenched her jaw, typing furiously.

Y/N: I hate you.Mattheo: Mmm, do you?Mattheo: Because I think you love me, actually.

She was about to reply when she heard her dorm door unlock.

Her head snapped up.

Footsteps.

Before she could even react, Mattheo stepped inside like he owned the place—because, honestly, he basically did at this point. He had a key, and he used it whenever he wanted, often without warning.

He was still in his Slytherin uniform, tie hanging loosely around his neck, dark curls messy like he'd been running his hands through them. His smirk was downright sinful as he leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed.

"I knew you were in here losing your mind over me."

Y/N grabbed the nearest pillow and chucked it at him. "You're insufferable!"

Mattheo dodged easily, laughing as he walked toward her.

"What?" he teased, slipping onto the bed like it was his and not hers. "I only told the truth."

"You exposed me," she shot back, glaring at him. "The comment section is ruined."

Mattheo grinned, completely unbothered. "You act like they didn't already suspect I was real."

Y/N huffed, crossing her arms. "That's not the point."

He hummed, tilting his head. "What is the point, then?"

"The point," she said, narrowing her eyes, "is that you're a menace, and I should've never let you have a Wattpad account."

Mattheo chuckled, reaching out and gently tugging her laptop away, setting it aside. "Yeah, yeah. And yet..." His fingers trailed over her thigh as he leaned in, eyes dark and full of mischief. "You haven't deleted my comment."

Y/N froze.

Damn him.

She hadn't.

He smirked, knowing he had her.

"You like that I called you beautiful." His voice was soft now, teasing but undeniably smug.

Y/N's mouth opened, but no sound came out. He was too close, his cologne wrapping around her, the warmth of his body melting every coherent thought in her head.

"I mean..." He traced his fingers up her arm, making her shiver. "You are, after all."

Y/N swallowed hard, glaring at him. "I hate you."

Mattheo chuckled, closing the space between them. "No, you don't."

And then he kissed her.

It was slow at first, teasing, just enough pressure to make her dizzy. But then she kissed him back, and Mattheo groaned, his hand sliding into her hair, deepening it. His other hand settled on her waist, pulling her into his lap effortlessly.

Her hands found his shirt, gripping it as he tilted his head, deepening the kiss even more, like he had all the time in the world to ruin her.

When he finally pulled back, Y/N was breathless, her heart hammering against her ribs.

Mattheo smirked down at her, brushing his thumb over her cheek. "Admit it," he murmured, lips still ghosting over hers.

"Admit what?" she whispered, still dazed.

"That you like it when I call you beautiful."

Y/N clenched her jaw, determined not to give him the satisfaction.

Mattheo just grinned, eyes glinting. "Fine. Be stubborn." He pressed another slow, lingering kiss to her jaw, then her neck. "But you are, Kane."

She closed her eyes, inhaling sharply. Damn him.

He was never letting this go.

And honestly?

She wasn't sure she wanted him to.