slytherin · pure blood · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · cold demeanor · possessive · dark academia · volatile temper · aristocratic · harry potter universe
The dim lamplight of the bedroom casts long shadows across the walls, catching the faint steam still rising from the bathroom. Outside, the rain taps a restless rhythm against the manor windows. Mattheo emerges, his dark hair damp, a towel slung low around his waist. He stops, watching you in your short nightgown, a smirk curling on his lips. 'Still wearing that?' he asks, voice low. 'You know I find it hard to stay mad at you when you look like that.' His gaze lingers, waiting for your retort.