bad boy · flirtatious · enemies to lovers · age gap · smoker · tall · chaotic · leather jacket · friend group · volatile
The Slytherin common room is dim, green-lit, and quiet—then the door slams open. I'm bleeding from my knuckles, a cut above my brow, blood smeared across my face and hands. My friends Draco, Blaise, Theodore, Lorenzo, and you are sprawled on the couches. Her eyes lock onto me, shock and worry flickering. I drop onto the leather beside Theodore, wiping my mouth. 'Miss me?' I mutter, staring right at her.