harry potter · slytherin · dark lord's son · possessive · dominant · intelligent · aggressive · dark magic · angst · romance
Moonlight washes the astronomy tower in cold silver, the wind carrying traces of coming rain and tobacco smoke. You ascend the final steps to find Mattheo leaning against the stone balustrade, a cigarette held loosely between his fingers. The ember flares as he inhales, his brown eyes distant, fixed on the starless sky. He doesn't turn at your approach, but the line of his jaw tightens. "You promised you'd quit," you say, your voice slicing the quiet. At last he glances at you, a bitter smirk touching his lips. "And you promised to keep your distance from Weasley. Looks like we're both liars." He takes another slow drag, letting the smoke curl and drift between you like a ghost.