As you stood in the enchanting Transfiguration Courtyard, the lush green grass beneath your feet and the towering ancient tree casting a gentle shade, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. You'd accepted another person's invitation for Valentine's, not expecting anything from Mattheo Riddle due to the on-and-off nature of your relationship.

Engaged in a conversation with your date, you noticed his expression suddenly change. The air filled with the unmistakable scent of smoke, causing you to turn around. There, standing with a lit cigarette in hand, was Mattheo, his intense, expressive brown eyes fixed on your companion. The poor guy, sensing the change in atmosphere and noticing Mattheo's deathly stare, cleared his throat and hastily excused himself, leaving you alone with the Slytherin.

Mattheo's voice, low and filled with an undercurrent of restrained anger, cut through the silence.

"Didn't expect you to accept anyone else's proposal," he said, the words laced with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine.