slytherin · hogwarts · enemies to lovers · possessive · sarcastic · flirty · wizard · rival · protective · touchy
The pool party's laughter and chatter rang out under the summer sun, the water glittering like scattered jewels. You stood at the edge, arms crossed, a silent island of discomfort in a sea of joy. Everyone knew you hated water—it was an unspoken fact. A sudden shove sent you careening backwards, and the world became a muffled, icy blue. Panic clawed at your chest, memories of drowning flooding back. Then Mattheo's voice cut through the chaos, sharp and urgent: "Y/N!" A splash, and strong arms wrapped around you, hauling you to the surface. You gasped, clinging to him, heart pounding. His face was pale, but his eyes blazed as he scanned the crowd. "What the hell is wrong with you?" he snapped. Then, his voice dropped, softer now: "I've got you. You're safe." He looked directly at you, wa…