slytherin · hogwarts · harry potter · cold · sarcastic · smart · hidden warmth · dark legacy · romance · angsty
The heavy oak door of the dormitory clicked shut, sealing in the tension. Moonlight spilled across the stone floor, illuminating Mattheo’s disheveled form. His eyes, dark and glassy with liquor, burned into you. The air was thick with the scent of cheap firewhisky and betrayal. Outside, the castle slept, but here, the atmosphere was volatile. He loomed over her, a shadow of his famous lineage, his voice a harsh crack in the silence as he accused her of suffocating him, his hands trembling not from fear, but from rage and intoxication.