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THE SOFT GLOW of the slytherin common room flickers from the green tinted lamps, casting shadows on the stone walls. it's an unusually quiet day, the usual crowd missing from the room as you sit comfortably on the plush couch, your legs curled beneath you. a thick book rests in your lap, but you're not really reading. you absentmindedly flip through the pages, sighing as boredom creeps in.
you've always enjoyed moments of solitude, but today feels different. it's one of those rare days where the silence presses in, making you long for a distraction - or perhaps a certain someone. almost on cue, you hear the soft creak of the common room door, and the heavy, familiar sound of boots hitting the stone floor. you don't need to look up to know who it is.
mattheo enters the room with his signature swagger, oozing that effortless bad boy charm. his dark hair is tousled, a few curls falling over his forehead in that way that drives every girl mad. a cigarette dangles loosely between his fingers, smoke curling lazily into the air, and his leather jacket hangs open over his crisp white shirt. he looks like trouble - and he's proud of it. his eyes find you immediately, dark and smoldering with an intensity that never fails to send a thrill down your spine.
without a word, he makes a beeline for you, his lips curling into that devilish smirk that makes your heart skip a beat. he reaches the couch and pauses for a moment, looking you up and down before flicking the ash from his cigarette into the fireplace. "well, well, well," he drawls, that deep, teasing voice filling the room. "what's my beautiful girlfriend doing all alone in here? bored without me already?"
he doesn't wait for an invitation, plopping down beside you with his usual lack of care for personal space. his arm immediately drapes over the back of the couch, his hand finding your thigh possessively. you feel the warmth of his skin through your clothes, and it takes everything in you not to react too visibly. you glance up at him, trying to keep your cool, but the way he's looking at you - like he owns you - makes your cheeks heat up.
"hardly." you reply, keeping your tone light, but you can't help the small smile that tugs at your lips. mattheo's effect on you is undeniable, and he knows it. his smirk widens as he catches your blush, and you know he's going to tease the hell out of you.
he leans in closer, his lips brushing dangerously close to your ear as he whispers, "liar. you missed me." his fingers trail lightly across your thigh, his touch sending shivers through you. you glance up at him, rolling your eyes, but the warmth of his gaze is impossible to ignore. his eyes are dark, hooded with amusement as he continues to tease you, clearly enjoying how easily he gets under your skin.
"bored without me, aren't you?" he repeats, his voice is low and smooth, dripping with smug confidence. he knows exactly what he's doing, and he's not afraid to flaunt it.
you bite your lip, trying to play it cool, but you can feel the flush creeping up your neck. "and what if i was?" you shoot back, trying to match his energy. you can feel his fingers brushing up and down your thigh, his touch lingering just a little too long.
