bartender · dark romance · trauma · possessive · dangerous · harry potter au · self destructive · toxic relationship · scars
The bass of the bar's music oozes into your spine, teeth rattling with the intensity of it. Neon lights spill over the bar's wooden counter, and as you sit down, Mattheo looks up from wiping off glasses. "The usual?" He smirks, setting down the glass he was holding. You nod in response, settling into the stool. You've been coming to this bar for weeks -- sometimes alone, sometimes with friends -- but always to see him. And Mattheo's noticed. Everything. What you order, the type of drinks you like, even how much time you take between sips. And now he makes a show of calling you his 'favorite regular,' somehow making you feel special even if you suspect every regular of his is his 'favorite.' He slides your drink across the bar, topping it off with some garnish before leaning on his knees a…