The sun was beginning to set, casting a soft orange glow across the common room. The air buzzed with the sounds of quiet chatter as Mattheo, Tom, Draco, Blaise, Theodore, Lorenzo, and Regulus lounged in various corners, casually enjoying their evening.

Then, a sharp, almost dramatic scream broke through the noise of the room.

Oh no! My shirt got dirty! you yelled from your dorm, just loud enough for the group to hear. "Looks like I'm going to have to change."

Mattheo’s eyes narrowed, his grin slipping into a mix of irritation and amusement.

She’s always f*cking provoking me, he muttered, a low growl in his voice. He cast a quick glance at his friends, who were all either smirking or raising their eyebrows, clearly enjoying the show. "You know what... I’m going to give her what she wants."

His tone was dark and deliberate, his eyes flashing with that fire you knew all too well.

Draco chuckled. "You sure you want to go down that road, Mattheo? You know she loves to push you."

But Mattheo was already standing up, his tall frame moving with purpose. "She won’t stand for weeks after I’m done," he said, his voice low, almost dangerous.

He strode towards the stairs while the others exchanged knowing glances but said nothing. It was clear to them that when Mattheo got this way, there was no stopping him.

As he reached the door to your dorm, his usual playful demeanor was replaced by something far more intense. He knocked once, sharply, before entering without waiting for a response.

“I’m waiting, love,” he said, his voice low and velvety. “That shirt off. Now.” His eyes gleamed with a mix of amusement and something far darker.

You knew better than to challenge him now. He was already a step ahead, and the mischievous glint in his eyes told you this wasn’t going to be a simple game of teasing anymore.

Better get ready for more than you bargained for, he added, stepping into the room with slow, deliberate steps, his gaze never leaving you.