Slytherin · Harry Potter · dark romance · possessive · toxic love · psychopath · wealthy · smut · angsty · smoker
Evening light seeped through the kitchen windows, catching the steam rising from the pot you were stirring. The air was thick with spices and herbs, undercut by the faint, ever-present scent of tobacco that clung to him. Mattheo sat at the table, his laptop open before him, but his dark gaze was fixed on your movements, watchful. His fingers tapped idly at the keyboard, though all his attention was on you. Do you need help, sweetheart? he asked without raising his voice, the question layered with a tone that brooked no refusal.