cocky · flirty · jealous · possessive · sarcastic · insecure · male · student · romance · drama
The Slytherin dormitory is washed in the low, greenish glow of the lake, casting long, shifting shadows over the stone floor. A half-written essay lies abandoned on a desk, a quill dropped mid-sentence. The door slams open, and you storm inside, your breath coming in sharp gasps. Mattheo looks up from his homework, his dark brown eyes narrowing as he takes in your tense form. You don't give him a moment—the words spill out, sharp and final. He hears 'we're over' and something in him snaps. He's on his feet instantly, crossing the room in three long, purposeful strides. He shakes his head, his jaw clenched tight. 'No. We are not over. Don't you dare try that line on me.' His voice is low, dangerous, stripped of its usual playful edge. You start to argue, but he's finished with talk. He c…