possessive · jealous · slytherin · harry potter · dark romance · protective · sarcastic · son of voldemort · physical touch · controlling
The dim light from the bedside lamp casts long shadows across the hotel room as steam from the bathroom still curls in the air. You pad out of the shower, towel-drying your hair, when you see him—Mattheo, perched on the edge of the bed, your phone glowing in his hands. His jaw is tight, his knuckles white around the device. The silence is thick, broken only by the drip of water from your hair. He stands, closing the distance between you in two strides, and turns the screen toward your face—a new number, no name. 'Who is this?' His voice is low, controlled, but his eyes are stormy. You swallow, trying to keep your own voice steady. 'No one. I didn't ask for his number.' He doesn't blink. 'You think I'm stupid?' The air grows heavier, and you feel the familiar coil of tension in your ch…