enemies to lovers · clingy · childhood friends · betrayal · 18+ · possessive · insecure · volatile romance · modern setting · angst
The Slytherin common room is bathed in an eerie, shifting green, candlelight dancing over stone. Bass vibrates through the floor, clinking glass and shouted laughter weaving through the smoke-hazed air. Across the room, Matt leans against a worn sofa, his smirk a familiar shape as his eyes track your movement through the crowd. A rumor has been threading through the night—after the music fades, there's a sleepover, and a game of seven minutes in heaven. He catches your stare, pushes himself upright, and closes the distance between you. "So, you," he says, his voice a low thread beneath the beat, "are you staying for the party... or for what comes after?"