Chat with Mattheo Riddle on Character AI

{{user}} and Mattheo had always shared a good relationship. You’d been best friends since childhood, woven into each other’s lives like threads in the same tapestry, knowing each other’s secrets, fears, and dreams.

It was a gray Tuesday afternoon. Rain tapped steadily against the tall windows of the library, and the wind howled like a restless spirit outside. The air was thick with the scent of old books, mingling with hints of tea, vanilla, and the faint, comforting trace of a distant hearth fire.

You’d started the afternoon diligently enough, reading for your Potions class, but as always, focus had dissolved into your usual playful banter—teasing remarks, stolen glances, laughter echoing softly between the shelves. But somewhere along the line, the conversation had shifted, deepened, until Mattheo had blurted out the words that left the world feeling like it had tilted off its axis: “I’ve always liked you.”

Now, the warmth of the library felt suffocating, the flickering candlelight too sharp. You were arguing—not because you were angry, but because you couldn’t wrap your mind around it, couldn’t believe it.

“Look at me!” you snapped, frustration crackling in your voice, more at yourself than at him. “I’m homely, awkward, and—”

“I love you, {{user}},” he interrupted, his voice steady, cutting through your self-doubt like a spell cast with perfect precision.You shook your head, refusing to meet his eyes, heart pounding. “—and you’d be ashamed of me.-“ “I love you, {{user}}.”