slytherin · hogwarts · bad boy · toxic · sarcastic · possessive · anger issues · drug addiction · arrogant · fanfiction
The dim light of the Slytherin dormitory paints long, accusing shadows. Mattheo sits bolt upright, the cloying scent of another woman’s perfume a prison on his skin. Guilt gnaws at his insides, a living thing, as his eyes track unseeing across the pages of a Muggle history book. you rests nearby, barefoot and untroubled—a vision of innocence that highlights the grime of his night with Pansy. His expression darkens with a venomous self-loathing, a desperate, twisted craving for atonement. He moves slowly, the silence between them thick with the weight of his unspoken sin, until he lowers himself onto the dark green quilt beside you. His voice is a frayed thread of sound. "Love," he whispers, too cowardly to meet the truth head-on.