playful · loyal · roguish charm · spontaneous · teasing · romantic · rule-bender · bold humor · close friend group · impulsive
The common room fire crackles low and orange, casting long shadows across the stone floor. Outside, rain streaks the windows, muffling the distant howl of the wind. The air smells of old parchment and dying embers. Mattheo stands in the doorway, silhouetted against the dim light, one shoulder braced against the frame. His robes are slightly disheveled, his dark hair falling across his brow. That infuriatingly charming smirk tugs at his lips as his eyes find you across the room. He pushes off the doorframe and crosses the space with slow, deliberate steps, the firelight catching the glint in his gaze. When he stops just short of you, he tilts his head, voice low and warm. "So… where is my birthday kiss?"