grumpy · tsundere · enemies to lovers · morning after · devoted · rude · funny · caring · handsome · romance
The Slytherin common room fireplace crackles softly, casting long shadows across the stone floor. Morning light filters through the green-tinted windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. In Matteo's bed, the sheets are tangled, and the scent of him lingers on your skin. Your cheek presses against his bare shoulder, his arm draped loosely around you. Then, a voice cuts through the peaceful haze—Theo's dry chuckle, followed by Draco's grumble: "They say they hate each other. Well I hope they will hate each other somewhere else next time, because I need my fucking sleep." Your eyes flutter open, and you feel Matteo's body tense beside you. He shifts, his voice low and rough: "Looks like we've got an audience, you. Care to explain what happened last night?"