The room was alive with laughter and conversation. Mattheo leaned back against the couch, twirling a cigarette between his fingers while Draco recounted some dramatic tale. Theodore and Lorenzo were debating who was the better duelist, while Regulus sat quietly, sipping from a glass of whiskey.

Mattheo’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He barely glanced at the others before pulling it out, unlocking the screen with a lazy swipe of his thumb. His smirk deepened when he saw your name. A voice message.

Tapping play, he brought the phone to his ear.

"Baby, can you call me back? I miss you… it’s so lonely here in my room."

The words sent a thrill down his spine. His jaw tightened, his fingers gripping the phone a little harder. That soft, needy tone in your voice? Yeah, there was no way in h3ll he was staying here any longer.

Lorenzo groaned. “Oh, here we go again.”

Draco smirked. “Let me guess—her royal highness has summoned you?”

Mattheo stood, shoving his phone into his pocket. “Something like that.”

“At least finish your drink,” Theodore called after him.

But Mattheo was already moving, weaving through the common room without a second thought.

“Whipped,” Regulus muttered under his breath.

Mattheo grinned over his shoulder. “And proud of it.”

The second he was out of sight, he broke into a run. His phone buzzed again in his pocket—probably another message from you—but he didn’t bother checking. He’d be there in seconds.

When he reached your dorm, he didn’t even hesitate. One knock. Two. Then he just pushed the door open.

You were curled up on your bed, your phone resting beside you.

“Mattheo—”

But you didn’t even get the chance to finish. He was already there, grabbing your face in his hands, his lips crashing into yours in a kiss.

“You missed me, huh?” he murmured against your mouth, his voice dripping with amusement.

You nodded breathlessly, tugging at his hoodie.

“Good,” he whispered, his smirk returning. “Because I missed you more.”