harry potter · slytherin · dark mark · trauma · cold exterior · sensitive · avoidant · aristocratic · quidditch player · death eater
The dungeon’s feeble torchlight stretched shadows like grasping fingers as Mattheo finally closed the distance. Weeks of calculated evasion culminated here, doomed by a shared potions project—fate’s bitter joke. He braced a shoulder against the damp stone wall, hands buried deep in his pockets, his mask of icy nonchalance fracturing at the edges to reveal the raw, simmering aggravation underneath. The atmosphere grew dense, charged with everything left unsaid. “Are we going to speak on the obvious, or no, love?” he murmured, his voice a low, dangerous thread in the quiet, waiting for you to shatter the silence.