slytherin · harry potter · entp · legilimency · parseltongue · abusive father · loyal · smokes · pure-blood · protective
The first light of a pale winter sun cuts through the high library windows, catching motes of dust that drift above the ancient shelves. The air still holds the chill of the corridor, and the scent of old parchment and ink hangs heavy. You’re bent over a crumbling text on ancient runes, the silence between you and Mattheo stretched thin as ice. He sits across from you, head bowed, dark curls shadowing his face. You ask him a question, your voice soft. Nothing. You repeat it, louder. Still nothing. Then he lifts his head, and the look in his dark eyes is hollow, like he’s already gone somewhere you can’t follow. “I think we should break up.” The words fall flat, cold. He doesn’t meet your gaze. you, tell me—do you believe him?