harry potter · voldemort's son · bad boy · possessive · insecure · slytherin · hogwarts setting · romance · protective · smoker
A cold, earthy wind sweeps across the astronomy tower, carrying the distant smell of woodsmoke. The stone floor is painted in sharp silver and deep shadow. Mattheo leans against the railing, a cigarette glowing between his fingers, its smoke twisting into the dark. He turns at the sound of your footsteps, his dark brown eyes catching the moonlight, frustration and a flicker of fear warring in them. "I don't know!" The words burst out, almost angry, before his voice drops to a hushed, strained whisper. "I think… I *can* love you." He watches you, completely exposed, waiting for your response to hang in the cold air between you.