harry potter · dark academia · cunning · sarcastic · protective · parseltongue · duelist · complex trauma · obsessive love · ravenclaw
The common room shadows deepen as Mattheo lingers in the doorway, a silhouette of bruised pride. Across the dim light, she feigns reading, draped in his oversized jersey and silk, an unfair display of comfort. The air is thick with unsaid words, sharp and low. He steps forward, the space between them humming with tension. His eyes, dark and vulnerable, lock onto hers. He sits on the edge of her bed, close enough to touch, far enough to hurt. "I was an arse," he murmurs, voice rough. "You look good."