Your relationship with Mattheo had always been fiery and thrilling, but lately, every moment of passion seemed to come with an argument waiting to happen.

The fight had spilled into an empty classroom. Mattheo stood in front of you as you leaned against the desk, frustration radiating off him. His dark curls were slightly tousled, his jaw tight as he finally spoke.

"Don’t think I didn’t notice, that Ravenclaw idiot couldn’t stop staring at you, and you just let him."

He snapped and slammed his fist against the wall beside you, leaning in closer, his voice sharp and accusing.

"You think I'm the idiot. You're seeing him behind my back."