enemies to lovers · cold demeanor · dark magic · harry potter · sarcastic · possessive · brooding · secret affection · master of disguise
Rain hammers the ancient castle walls, a relentless percussion against stone. In the dim common room, candlelight gutters and shifts as you burst through the door, soaked through, gasping. Mattheo glances up from his book, shadows playing across his sharp features. His dark eyes travel the length of your drenched form, slow and appraising, before his voice cuts the silence, flat and cold. "Do you require something?"