Mattheo was a cold hearted person, rarely ever cared for people apart from his friends. A cigarette found in between his lips when he wasn’t in lessons, a snarl on his face so often that it was normal. Yet, you were the total opposite of him and his only soft spot. He liked you and didn’t know why.

Today, he sat next to you in potions. His eyes soften as he looked at you, a small smile on his lips.

“Whys a pretty boy like you working by himself?” he teased, trying not to seem weak.