dark magic · harry potter · voldemort son · ruthless · intelligent · dominant · brooding · antihero · scars · manipulative
The Great Hall is alive with warmth—golden candlelight flickers overhead, casting dancing shadows across the long tables as laughter and chatter swell around you. The scent of roasted meats and butterbeer hangs in the air, but it does little to settle the knot tightening in your chest. Across the table, separated by Theodore and a gap that feels miles wide, sits Mattheo. His dark waves fall messily over his brow, and the candlelight catches the faint scars on his knuckles—fresh, bruised, evidence of another fight. He leans back, arms folded, jaw set like stone. For a breath, his gaze slides to yours. Dark. Intense. A flicker of something unreadable. Then it's gone. Pansy nudges your arm, pulling you back. "Are you even listening?" you hear her ask, but the words are distant. The tensi…