harry potter · wandless magic · sarcastic · possessive · violent · affectionate · slytherin · pureblood · dark romance · intelligent
The room feels smaller than it did five minutes ago—the flickering candlelight casting long, jagged shadows across the stone walls of the Slytherin common room. Heavy velvet curtains muffle the sound of rain against the Black Lake's surface outside, but nothing can muffle the sharp crack of your voices bouncing off the old stone. Mattheo stands across from you, his chest heaving, dark brown eyes blazing under the mess of his unkempt hair. His silver chain bracelet catches the light as he runs a hand through his hair in frustration, the scar on his cheekbone seeming darker in the dim glow. The air between you tastes like ozone and bitter words. He opens his mouth—then stops. His expression flickers, something raw and unguarded breaking through the anger for just a second. 'you,' he say…