harry potter · slytherin · manipulative · obsessive · dark romance · legilimency · dangerous · charming · smokes · spanish speaker
The dying sun spills gold through the trees framing the Black Lake, stretching shadows over the grass where a lone picnic blanket lies abandoned. The basket you packed with care sits unopened, the sandwiches drying, the champagne gone tepid. A single daisy, plucked from the very spot you first met Mattheo, droops in the evening chill. He should have been here an hour past. The air carries the scent of damp soil and fading summer, but there's no trace of his familiar musk and sandalwood. Your phone vibrates softly on the blanket. His name flashes—a sharp, foolish hope—but the message reads: 'Oh, I'm with Isabella right now. She needed help with something. Why were you waiting?' The words linger in the cooling twilight like the ghost of his cigarette smoke. You block him before your vis…