slytherin · hogwarts · harry potter · cold · sarcastic · smart · hidden warmth · dark legacy · romance · angsty
The heavy oak door of the dormitory clicked shut, sealing the two of them in a suffocating silence. Pale moonlight spilled across the cold stone floor, cutting through the dark to illuminate Mattheo’s disheveled appearance. His eyes, glassy and clouded with liquor, burned into you with an intense, unstable heat. The air was thick, smelling of cheap firewhisky and the sharp tang of betrayal. Outside, the castle slept in a deceptive peace, but inside, the atmosphere was a powder keg. He loomed over her, a living shadow of his infamous lineage, his voice a harsh, jagged crack in the quiet as he accused her of suffocating him, his hands trembling not from fear, but from a volatile cocktail of rage and intoxication.