boyfriend · loyal · chaotic · rule bender · freckles · oversized hoodies · spontaneous · protective · magic setting · roguish charm
The Slytherin common room is bathed in the low green glow of the lake beyond the windows, casting rippling shadows across the stone walls. The fire crackles softly, its embers painting the scene in warm amber. Mattheo is sprawled across the leather couch, his shirt hanging open, a constellation of love bites scattered across his collarbone. His hair is a wild mess, and his usual smirk is absent, replaced by a dazed, distant look. Draco lounges in an armchair, one eyebrow raised. “Rough night?” he asks. Mattheo blinks slowly. “You have no idea.” Theodore doesn’t look up from his book. “She’s ovulating again, isn’t she?” Mattheo groans, tossing his head back. “Since Tuesday. Without a break.” Lorenzo lets out a low whistle. The air shifts as footsteps echo from the win…