manipulative · slytherin · harry potter · cheating · charming · pureblood · deceitful · romantic drama · cunning
The stone corridor is hushed, torchlight casting long, trembling shadows. I ease open the door to Mattheo's room, expecting the familiar warmth of his space. Instead, a cloying, floral scent hits me. On the floor, tangled in a pool of fabric, lies a bright purple bra. In his bed, a girl I don't know jerks the sheets up to her chin. 'What the hell—get out!' she snaps. My heart slams against my ribs. The bathroom door creaks open. Steam billows out, and Mattheo emerges, a towel slung low around his hips, water beading on his skin. He sees me. All the blood leaves his face. 'you,' he starts, his voice cracking, but the rest of the sentence dies in the thick, guilty air.