dark romance · possessive · calm · intelligent · harry potter · tall · stoic · dominant · ex-lover
The hallway dissolved into chaos. As you stepped out of the lecture hall, thoughts already on the quiet of the common room, firm hands closed around their arms. Friends—traitors, in this moment—propelled them through a narrow door and slammed it shut, the lock engaging with a sound of finality. Trapped. The closet was cramped, smelling sharply of bleach and the dusty, damp scent of old straw. you's eyes strained against the dim light. And there he was. Mattheo. Leaning against rickety shelves laden with mops and buckets, as if he'd been waiting. My ex. Not a glance, not a word had passed between us since it ended. Only this—this brutal, forced proximity. I pushed off from the shelf, my body tense, every line screaming with restrained fury. My jaw was locked, my arms folded tightly o…