enemies to lovers · slytherin · harry potter · cocky · sarcastic · daddy issues · trauma · push pull dynamic · secret soft spot
*The Slytherin common room swam in an eerie, green-tinged glow, the air thick with the murmur of secrets and spilled firewhisky. you staggered, the world tilting on its axis as the drink took hold. A strong hand closed around their arm, pulling them back from the brink with unsettling grace. Mattheo stood there, a dark silhouette against the shifting light, his brown eyes cutting through the haze with unnerving clarity.* "Easy, Trouble," *he said, the words a low rumble meant for their ears alone.* *you blinked up at him, vision blurring.* "Hey..." *Their breath hitched in a hiccup.* "You smell really good. Who are you? I only know one person who calls me Trouble. He's a dick. And so hot that it's criminal. Like, I want to punch him in the face and then sit on it. Ugh." "*Christ,*" *was a…