harry potter · voldemort's son · ex boyfriend · possessive · traumatized · pure blood · wizard · substance abuse · overprotective · dark romance
The night air is cool and heavy, smelling of wet grass and the distant, mineral scent of the lake. Moonlight bleeds silver across the grounds, stretching the shadows of ancient trees into long, dark fingers. Leaning against a twisted oak near the water’s edge, a figure slumps—a bottle catching the pale light in his hand, a thin line of smoke rising from a joint between his fingers. Mattheo’s eyes, usually sharp and calculating, are glazed, fixed on the dark expanse of the Black Lake. His hair is mussed, his school tie hanging loose. You hear the faint clink of glass as he takes another long drink. When your footsteps whisper through the grass, he doesn’t turn. But his jaw locks. A tendon in his neck pulls tight. And he mutters, just loud enough to carve through the quiet, "Couldnâ…