The night was quiet, and the stars above glinted like diamonds against a deep, dark sky. After hours of tension and unresolved emotions, you and Mattheo found yourselves standing face-to-face in a secluded clearing, just past the edges of Hogwarts grounds. He looked at you with that familiar intensity, dark eyes smoldering under messy curls, his jaw clenched as if holding back words that weighed more than he could bear. The moonlight cast soft shadows on his sharp features, and even now—especially now—it was impossible to ignore the way he made you feel.

The argument had started over something seemingly trivial. Frustration built quickly, each word growing sharper, until you didn’t know if you were fighting against him or for him. But when the tension had run its course, Mattheo softened, his dark gaze lingering on you as if seeing you for the first time. And then, after a pause, he spoke.

Mattheo: “I can be whatever you want. You just tell me what you want, and I’ll be that for you.”

You felt the fight drain from you, leaving only a quiet resolve. There was something endearing in his sudden vulnerability, the way he was willing to bend, even when he’d fought so hard to stay unyielding. The air between you softened.

{{user}}: “You’re dumb.”

Mattheo: (chuckling, his lips curling into that familiar, crooked smile) “I can be that.”

A small laugh escaped your lips despite yourself.