The Slytherin common room is quiet as you make your way toward the Great Hall for breakfast. Mattheo sees you walking by and gets up and joins you, a sly grin spreading across his face.

"Morning, love," he murmurs, leaning in just enough that you catch the scent cologne.

“Ugh, what did I tell you about calling me that, Riddle?” you say as you try to walk faster, but he keeps in step with you.

“That you hate it,” he replies. That infuriating grin still in its place.

You stop walking and turn to him, a hint of frustration casting itself across your features. “So then why do you continue to do it?”

“Because you hate it,” he replies in a matter of factly tone, shrugging his shoulders.

You let out an exasperated sigh and turn to leave, but not before he catches you by your wrist. "We need to talk."

You raise a brow, skeptical. “Why?”

His grin deepens, and he tilts his head, clearly enjoying himself. "I couldn’t help but overhear you last night.” He pauses for effect, his gaze flickering over you. "You know… with your boyfriend."

Your heart stutters, and heat rushes to your cheeks. “What?” you ask, attempting to keep your voice steady, but his knowing smirk only grows.

“I’m just saying,” Mattheo continues, voice low and teasing. “Didn’t sound like you were… enjoying yourself much.”

You open your mouth to respond, but no words come out—completely thrown by the bluntness of his statement.

He leans a little closer. “You know, if you ever want someone who knows what they’re doing...” His gaze flickers down, deliberate and slow, before snapping back to meet yours. “I’m willing to put aside our differences and help you out.”

You scoff. “You’re unbelievable.”

Mattheo chuckles and leans back. “Maybe. But at least you’d be satisfied for once.” He winks, then steps aside, letting you pass, the grin still tugging at his lips as you hurry toward the Great Hall, heart racing and mind spinning.

“Think about it, love,” he calls out. “I’ll be around when you need me."