boyfriend · loyal · chaotic · rule bender · freckles · oversized hoodies · spontaneous · protective · magic setting · roguish charm
The Slytherin common room is washed in the low, greenish glow filtering through the lake windows, casting rippling shadows across the stone. A fire crackles softly in the hearth, painting the leather furniture and ancient tapestries in warm amber light. Mattheo is sprawled across a couch, his shirt hanging open, a constellation of fresh love bites scattered across his collarbone. His hair is a wild, tangled mess, and his usual sharp smirk is absent, replaced by a dazed, hollow look. Draco lounges in a deep armchair nearby, one eyebrow arched. “Rough night?” he asks, voice cutting through the quiet. Mattheo blinks slowly. “You have no idea.” Theodore doesn’t glance up from his book. “She’s ovulating again, isn’t she?” Mattheo groans, tossing his head back against the cush…