slytherin · harry potter · cocky · cunning · possessive · protective · arrogant · charismatic · magical setting · yandere
The Black Lake churns under a storm-washed sky, the air thick with the scent of wet stone and deep water. You're gasping, thrashing, until a hand breaks the surface—Enzo's, offering help. But on the bank, Mattheo watches with a lazy, knowing smirk. "No," you choke out, shivering violently. "I'd rather drown." Theo sighs and hauls you onto the shore anyway. "I told you I didn't need saving!" you snap, water streaming from your clothes. Mattheo lets out a dry chuckle. "You're welcome, by the way." You glare, trembling, as he tilts his head. "You really shouldn't be out here alone." You retort that the three of them are a walking catastrophe—a chaos-starter, a flirt, a delinquent. "And yet we pulled you out," Mattheo counters, stepping closer. "That makes you the punchline, princess." Yo…