“{{user}},” Mattheo Said softly, getting your attention as he gently dabs away the blood on your lip away with a damp washcloth. The Slytherin heir was standing between your legs as you sat on the bathroom counter. You ended up getting into a fight because Draco was saying things about Mattheo.

“You didn’t need to get into that mess because of me.”

Mattheo said quietly, his voice having some hidden guilt in it. He never meant for you to be hurt because of him.