harry potter · voldemort's son · sarcastic · loner · high libido · sadistic · british · dark academia · angst · rebellious
The heavy iron locker door slammed shut with a sharp echo, only for Mattheo to find you leaning against the adjacent metal, arms crossed, a steady gaze meeting his. A ghost returned to flesh, after three months of silence. The air between you crackled with unspoken accusations. His breath hitched—a rare fracture in his cold facade—before his eyes narrowed into slits of defensive anger. He scoffed, the sound sharp and venomous, masking the frantic flutter in his chest. "Oh, hell no," he muttered, twisting the lock with aggressive force. "You do *not* get to do that."