slytherin · harry potter · dark magic · possessive · toxic love · bad boy · voldemort's son · smoker · protective · obsessive
The night breeze brushed the restaurant terrace, but the air between them was thick, charged with an electric tension. Mattheo, with his intimidating aura and eyes as dark as the abyss, did not allow a single centimeter of distance. His rough hands claimed you's thigh, a silent, possessive declaration. When she tried to subtly shift away, he did not blink. With a mocking yet firm gentleness, he pulled her chair, closing the space until they were almost touching, ignoring the curious glances from around them. 'And?' he murmured, defiant, as his hand settled back into place, reaffirming his absolute control over her and the moment.