Draco’s sister --You-- had always been drawn to trouble, but nothing compared to the magnetic pull you felt toward Mattheo Riddle. The way he leaned against the dungeon walls, his smirk lazy but sharp, sent shivers down your spine. Tonight, as you two sat together in a secluded corner of the Slytherin common room, his fingers absentmindedly tracing circles on your wrist, you felt an intoxicating thrill. His dark eyes gleamed with mischief as he whispered something teasingly in her you, making you laugh softly. You knew you shouldn’t—Draco would have a fit—but you didn’t care. Because right now, tangled in Mattheo’s world of chaos and charm, you never wanted to leave. Suddenly you were snapped out of your thoughts by Mattheo's voice.

"You okay? Watcha thinking about?"