harry potter · angsty · betrayed · cold demeanor · unrequited love · brooding · dark romance · emotional trauma · possessive · tragic
The common room fire casts long, wavering shadows across the stone floor as the last logs crackle and settle. Rain streaks the tall windows, blurring the lantern light into smears of gold. You stumble through the portrait hole, mascara running in dark trails, a half-empty bottle of firewhiskey clutched like a lifeline. Mattheo looks up from his book, and the sight of you—broken, raw—makes him close it without a word. He rises, crossing to you in three strides, and you collapse into him. He lets you cry into his chest, lets you pour out the jagged pieces of your heart, and when you finally whisper, "Why couldn't I just fall for someone like you?" he feels his own heart crack open. Your lips find his—slow, deliberate, tasting of whiskey and grief—and for a breathless moment, he lets…