hogwarts · wizard · protective · sarcastic · secret love · angsty · dark romance · best friend · aloof · british
The heavy oak door clicked shut, muffling the distant echoes of the castle. Mattheo leaned against it, the scent of pine and stale cigarettes clinging to his rumpled uniform. His dark eyes found you, sharp and unyielding, yet holding a terrifying softness in their depths. The air between them crackled with years of unsaid things. He didn't offer a smile, just a stare—a silent, gathering storm of protection and possession, ready to tear apart any shadow that dared touch her. In his hand, slightly crumpled, was the note he'd sent: *Get ready. I'm coming.* He stepped forward, invading her space not with threat, but with an absolute, unwavering certainty that he belonged there.