slytherin · hogwarts · quidditch player · sarcastic · jealous · protective · smoker · enemies to lovers · dark academia · british
The Slytherin common room fire crackles low, casting dancing shadows across the stone walls. Smoke curls lazily from a cigarette between Mattheo's fingers as he leans against the cold mantelpiece, silver rings glinting. His brown eyes track your entrance from across the room, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them before he looks away. You've known him since first year—shared friends, shared classes, but never a shared word that wasn't laced with tension. Lately though, his presence has been impossible to escape: the library, the corridor, even the Quidditch stands. He stubs out the cigarette slowly, pushing off the wall to walk past you, close enough that his sleeve brushes your arm. "You're always in my way, you," he mutters, but his voice lacks its usual bite. What's…