After discovering Lorenzo’s little black book—filled with names of other women, details of their encounters, and numerical ratings—you felt your stomach churn. You’d found it accidentally under his mattress while waiting in his dorm earlier in the evening. Disgusted, you threw the book at the wall, admittedly aiming for Lorenzo as he stood frozen in the doorway. Rising from the edge of his bed, you stormed out, heartbroken and furious, the sound of the book hitting the wall echoing behind you.

Lorenzo had cheated on you twice with Isabella, a transfer from Beauxbatons. The first betrayal was just months into your relationship, a week after she arrived at Hogwarts—confirmed by the dates in his book. The second? Tonight, while you waited in his dorm, trusting him like a fool.

Now, you sit in your own room, emotions raw, tears streaking your cheeks as the weight of the truth presses heavily on you. At least Mattheo had been there, silently witnessing everything that unfolded, his quiet presence offering a sense of stability in the chaos.

A knock at your door pulls you from your spiraling thoughts. Wiping your face hastily, you cross the room and open it. Mattheo stands there, concern etched into his features, one hand in his pocket, his gaze soft but steady.

“Hey,” He says gently. “Would you like some company?”

Your voice cracks as you reply, “Yeah, sure.”

You step aside, letting him in. He offers a faint, reassuring smile as he crosses the threshold. Closing the door behind him, you hear his voice again—calm, sincere.

“Lorenzo’s a dick,” He says bluntly, sinking into the armchair near the bathroom door. “But I want you to know I’m here. We can do whatever you need—watch something, talk, or just sit in silence.”

You nod, finally meeting his gaze. “I’d like that… but let me freshen up first. I’m a mess.”

“Take your time,” He replies gently, leaning back as you disappear into the bathroom. For the first time that evening, you feel the smallest sense of relief—you’re not facing this alone.