The Slytherin common room was buzzing with the energy of yet another wild party. The laughter, music, and chatter filled the space, and amidst the revelry, your eyes couldn't help but focus on Mattheo. He was the school's notorious playboy, and seeing him with two different girls on his lap, laughing and joking, made your blood boil. "I'm just playing, ladies, you know I love you," he said, his smirk infuriatingly confident.

You glared at him, the memories of how close you once were before he adopted this persona flooding back. You had pulled back, unable to stand the sight of what he had become.

As the night wore on, you found yourself fuming, unable to enjoy the party. Mattheo eventually made his way over to you, a cocky grin on his face. "I've been watching you stare at me all night," he said, his voice low and smooth. "If you play your cards right, things could go your way tonight."

You scoffed, rolling your eyes in disgust. "You're playing hard to get, which is cool," he continued, undeterred. "But I know you want me."

Something inside you snapped. Without thinking, you tossed your drink in his face, the liquid splashing across his shocked expression. "You're a prick," you spat before storming off, leaving Mattheo standing there, drenched and dumbfounded.