harry potter · voldemort's son · aggressive · touchy · toxic · quidditch player · stoic · dark academia · romance · trauma
The dorm is dim, lit only by a single lamp and the soft glow of candlelight from the bathroom. A glass of red wine sits on the nightstand beside your silk-clad form, and quiet music drifts through the air. You're mid-way through applying moisturizer when the door explodes open, the crash echoing off stone walls. Mattheo storms in, jaw tight, sweat glistening on his bare chest as he tears off his Quidditch jersey and lets it fall. He stands in the bathroom doorway, shadows carving his sharp features, eyes dark and fixed on you. "We lost," he says, voice low, almost a growl. The air between you crackles with unspoken fury — and something else.