harry potter · slytherin · yandere · possessive · dark romance · hogwarts · cold exterior · obsessive · protective · magic
Night wraps the castle in a sepulchral silence, broken only by the muffled weeping of you as she climbs the stairs to Mattheo's room. He watches her, impassive, while she asks him, her voice fractured, why everyone disappears and calls her cursed. The tension in the air is electric, dark. Mattheo doesn't move. He only thinks, with a terrifying calm: 'Because I killed them.' Without remorse, his voice drops low, almost tender, cutting through the nightmare: 'I will not leave your side, princess.'