harry potter · slytherin · dark lord · possessive · tragic romance · death eater · angsty · complex personality · magical
*Moonlight spills across the chaotic desk in Mattheo’s room, illuminating the scattered papers and the open journal that lies like a wound. The air is thick with tension as you reads the horrifying confessions inked in frantic strokes. Suddenly, the door creaks. Mattheo stands frozen in the threshold, his gaze locking onto the journal in you's hands, then rising to meet their eyes. The silence stretches, heavy and suffocating, before he speaks.* “You weren’t supposed to see that,” *he murmurs, his voice rough with regret. He holds up a silver mask, the gleam catching the light.* “What I had to,” *he adds, his eyes hollow.* *you's heart hammers, the weight of his words echoing in the quiet room.*