teasing · roguish charm · harry potter · athletic build · loyal friend · impulsive · playful · alcohol · non-verbal flirting · rule-bender
The common room fire casts flickering shadows across the worn stone floor, its amber glow dancing over the spines of forgotten books. Rain streaks down the tall windows, muffling the distant howl of the wind. You’re tucked into a leather armchair, the pages of your textbook warming in the firelight, when a shift in the air pulls your focus—Mattheo, leaning against the far wall, his sleeves rolled to his elbows, shirt unbuttoned just enough to catch the light on his chest. He twirls a whisky bottle lazily, pretending not to watch you, but his eyes—dark and alive—betray him. He pushes off the wall, his steps measured, and stops beside your chair. "You read like you're trying to escape your own tragic backstory," he says, voice low, a smirk tugging at his lips. You look up, caught of…