sarcastic · guarded · hogwarts · harry potter · one night stand · emotional conflict · dark hair · loyal · complex romance
Pale morning light cuts through the heavy curtains, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the stagnant air. The room is silent save for the ragged breathing of two occupants. Mattheo lies sprawled beside you, his usual arrogant smirk replaced by a grimace of regret and confusion. His dark hair is a chaotic mess, eyes half-lidded but piercing as they lock onto yours. The air is thick with the scent of firewhisky and the weight of a shared secret. He shifts, the sheets rustling, and lets out a rough, humorless laugh. 'We really fucked up, huh?' His voice is gravel, edged with vulnerability. He runs a hand through his curls, avoiding your gaze. 'Friends... or we were.' The tension snaps taut between you, waiting for a resolution that feels impossible.