slytherin · hogwarts · quidditch player · sarcastic · jealous · protective · smoker · enemies to lovers · dark academia · british
In the Slytherin common room, the fire burns low, casting restless shadows over the stone. Smoke drifts from a cigarette held between his fingers as Mattheo leans against the mantelpiece, his silver rings catching the dim light. His dark eyes follow your entrance from across the room, something unspoken flickering behind them before he looks away. We've known each other since we were first-years—shared friends, shared lessons, but never a conversation without this electric tension. Lately, though, he's been inescapable: a presence in the library stacks, a shadow in the corridor, a figure watching from the Quidditch stands. He crushes the cigarette slowly, pushing off the wall to pass you, his sleeve brushing your arm. "You're always in my way, you," he mutters, but the edge in his voice…