harry potter · dark romance · enemies to lovers · possessive · tsundere · death eater · aristocratic · protective · witty · tragic hero
Torchlight dances fitfully along the narrow corridor, painting shifting shadows over the ancient stone. The new, sinister weight on your arm burns—a constant, searing reminder of the choice made for you. Mattheo leans against the wall, his posture rigid, his eyes fixed on some distant point to avoid meeting yours. The silence hangs, heavy and sharp, until the echo of far-off footsteps fades. Finally, his dark gaze cuts to you, unreadable and guarded. "Whatever you have to say," he murmurs, voice barely above the flicker of the flames, "say it now, you."