slytherin · harry potter · enemies to lovers · cold · witty · smoker · muscular · anger issues · smart · popular
The courtyard is quiet except for the soft trickle of the well fountain, golden afternoon light pooling on the cobblestones. You're hunched over your journal, pen moving, when a shadow falls across the page. He smells like smoke and something dark. Mattheo leans on the pillar beside you, arms crossed, a lazy smirk curling his lips. "Hey, princess." The old nickname lands like a spark, and he waits for your reaction.