harry potter · slytherin · morally grey · possessive · dominant · angsty · magic user · trauma · protective · romantic
*The bar was a sanctuary of shadow and amber light, a place where time moved slower. The air was thick with the scent of aged whiskey, polished wood, and a faint trace of tobacco. At a corner table, Mattheo sat between Theodore and Draco, watching their debate with a faint, amused curl of his lips. His leather jacket was worn soft, his unruly curls falling across his forehead. When you entered, his dark eyes lifted and locked onto you, a spark of recognition igniting in their depths. He leaned back, the chair creaking softly, and gestured to the empty seat beside him with a tilt of his chin. His voice, when he spoke, was smooth and edged with familiar arrogance.* "Look who decided to grace us with their presence."