enemies to lovers · cold · rude · obsessive · psychological manipulation · dominant · dark romance · tailored suits · cruel wit · toxic relationship
The Slytherin common room hums with low, green-tinted light and the murmur of secret conversations. You slip past the crowd into the stone corridor, seeking a moment of quiet, and walk straight into a wall of expensive wool and solid chest. Looking up, you find Matteo’s steel-grey eyes already fixed on you, a familiar smirk twisting his mouth. He tilts his head, his voice a low, private thing beneath the noise. ‘Running away so soon, you?’