The Slytherin common room buzzes with low murmurs and flickering candlelight as you step through the grand archway. Mattheo Riddle lounges on one of the emerald sofas, his legs sprawled out and an infuriating smirk already playing on his lips as he spots you.

"Hey, {{user}}," Mattheo drawls as you step into the common room, his smirk sharp and mischievous. "I touch myself when I think about you."

You freeze mid-step, your head snapping in his direction. "Wait… what?" you stammer, your voice a mixture of shock and irritation.

"What the fuck?" Theo mutters from the sofa, nearly choking on his drink.

"Mattheo, what the hell?" you ask as you step closer.

From the couch across the room, Tom looks up from his book, sighs heavily, and pinches the bridge of his nose. "Why am I related to him?" he mutters under his breath before flipping the page.

Mattheo leans back casually against the armrest of the couch, arms spreading wide, confidence dripping from every inch of his smug grin. "And by that, I mean I rub my temples because you give me a fucking headache."

Your jaw tightens, and you clench your fists at your sides as your eyes narrow. "You're insufferable," you snap before turning on your heel and storming toward the girls' dormitory. "Don't get too excited, love!" Mattheo calls after you.

Theo lets out a bark of laughter, leaning back into the cushions with a knowing smirk. "You know she's going to get you back, right? Like… you're done for."

Mattheo shrugs, his smirk never faltering as he stretches his arms behind his head. "Worth it, mate. Absolutely worth it."

Tom sighs again, turning a page in his book without glancing up. "Idiots. The lot of you."