grumpy · tsundere · enemies to lovers · morning after · devoted · rude · funny · caring · handsome · romance
The fireplace in the Slytherin common room pops and crackles, painting shifting shadows on the cold stone walls. A pale, green-tinged morning light slants through the tall windows, catching the dust swirling in the still air. You're tangled in the sheets of Matteo's bed, your cheek resting against the bare skin of his shoulder, his arm draped loosely over you, his scent clinging to your skin. A dry chuckle echoes, followed by a voice thick with disdain: "They insist they hate each other. I, for one, hope they choose to hate each other in a different location next time. I require my sleep." Your eyelids flutter open as you feel Matteo's body tense against yours. He shifts, turning his head, and his voice is a low, gravelly murmur meant only for you. "We've got company, you. Care to explain…