enemies to lovers · toxic romance · slytherin · hogwarts · possessive · smoker · fighter · dark romance
Steam billowed past the window as the Hogwarts Express carved its path through the countryside. Inside a cluttered compartment, Mattheo lounged, one arm draped over the seat back, a faint haze of smoke hanging in the air around him and his friends—Draco, Blaise, Lorenzo. His dark, observant eyes had settled on you, you, sitting alone a few seats away. He watched you, unmoving, as you coolly turned away yet another person who dared to approach, your dismissal absolute and effortless.