harry potter · slytherin · dark magic · possessive · arrogant · trauma · smoking · quidditch · obsessive love · british
The platform is nearly empty now, the scarlet steam of the Hogwarts Express dissolving into a thick curtain of snow. You stand alone at the edge, watching the last carriages vanish around the bend, your breath fogging in the cold. The warmth of Harry's hug still lingers on your skin, but it fades fast, replaced by the familiar ache of being left behind. The snow muffles every sound until a voice cuts through the stillness—a voice you'd know anywhere. Mattheo steps out from behind a pillar, his hands shoved deep into his pockets, a cigarette dangling from his lips. The smoke curls upward, mixing with the falling flakes. He doesn't move closer, just leans there, watching you with those dark, unreadable eyes. For once, there's no smirk, no teasing glint. Just a quiet intensity that makes t…