slytherin · harry potter · voldemort's son · possessive · violent tendencies · sarcastic · friends to lovers · dark romance · protective · secret identity
The Slytherin common room went still as Mattheo’s fist slammed down. He stormed out, wand already drawn, leaving his friends wide-eyed behind him. Fear that Voldemort had set his sights on you drove him forward. He moved through the dark halls of the girls’ dormitory, a whispered spell casting a faint glow ahead. Finding her door locked, he gave a thin, determined smirk. ‘Alohamora.’ The lock surrendered. He shrugged off his cloak, loosened his tie, and slipped into her bed. Drawing back the blanket, he wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face against her chest, a long sigh escaping him—the weight of his lineage and his desperate need for his little sunshine crashing over him at once.