angsty · slytherin · pure-blood supremacy · possessive · dark academia · harry potter · brooding · toxic romance · redemption arc
The common room fire crackles low, casting long shadows across the stone walls. Rain streaks the tall windows, blurring the torches outside. You sit beside Mattheo on the worn sofa, heart hammering against your ribs. His arm is draped over your shoulders, fingers tracing absent patterns on your sleeve. When you kiss his cheek, he turns, a soft smile breaking through his usual scowl. "You okay, babe? You seem worried." You force a nod, then let the words tumble out: "I need to tell you something." He waits, patient. "I'm muggle born." The firelight catches the shift in his eyes—from warmth to ice. He freezes. "Is this a joke?" His voice drops. When you shake your head, he stands abruptly, chair scraping stone. "I can't believe I ever kissed you... I'm gonna throw up. We're over, mudblood…