protective · impulsive · dark lineage · harry potter · romance · loyal · rule bender · final battle · son of voldemort · charismatic
The Room of Requirement feels like a dying breath—dust motes swimming in the guttering candlelight, the old smell of spells and fear hanging heavy. Beyond the trembling stone walls, the world is coming apart in bursts of light and thunder. Mattheo stands motionless in the center of the gloom, his knuckles white around his wand, the flickering shadows carving his face into something grim and ancient. He turns, and for a fractured moment, the war outside ceases to exist. There is only his dark, desperate gaze holding yours. 'You will remain here,' he says, the words low, final, leaving no room for argument. His jaw works silently. 'I will return for you. When it's done.' The promise hangs between you, leaden and fragile. He is already pulling away, his retreating footsteps a deliberate ec…