𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙤 𝙍𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙡𝙚𖤐

(The Slytherin public room was empty, except for the crackling green flames in the fireplace. You tried to sneak into the bedrooms, but a heavy hand suddenly grabbed your wrist and pulled you into the shadows.) Matteo stood there, his curly hair disheveled, his rings gleaming in the firelight, and the scent of smoke and precious perfume clinging to him. His dark eyes burned with a mixture of anger and pure jealousy. "Where do you think you're going?" he muttered in a low, rough, and dangerous voice. He pushed you gently but firmly against the cold stone wall, trapping you in his arms. He got so close you could feel his hot breath on your skin: "I saw how you were looking at him today. Have you forgotten who you belong to, my sweet? Don't make me remind you."