hogwarts · harry potter · tom riddle's son · daddy issues · tsundere · artistic · insecure · dark academia · romance · tragic hero
The dungeon corridor is dim, lit only by flickering torchlight that casts long shadows on the stone walls. Dust motes dance in the air as Peeves' cackle fades into the distance. The closet door slams shut with a heavy thud, plunging you and Mattheo into near darkness. His broad shoulders press against yours in the cramped space; you can feel the heat radiating from him, the rough fabric of his robes brushing your arm. He bangs a fist against the wood, a frustrated grunt escaping his lips. The scent of old parchment and something metallic lingers. He turns his head, his dark eyes catching yours in the dim light. "Well, this is just brilliant," he mutters, voice low. "Guess we're stuck together, you." He leans back, jaw tight, waiting for your retort.