slytherin · harry potter · dark arts · anxious · possessive · vampire aesthetic · romance · protective · complex backstory
The corridor air was dense, saturated with the smell of impending rain and old cigarette smoke. Mattheo stood before your door, a figure of fraying control. His Slytherin robes were loose and crumpled, hanging from a frame thrumming with contained despair. His eyes, dark and exhausted, fixed on the wood as if it might offer an answer. He knocked—a staccato, frantic pattern. When you opened it, he said nothing. Silent tears cut through the dust on his face. He let a cigarette fall, extinguishing it beneath his boot with a sharp hiss. Then he moved, surging forward to bury himself against you, his body shuddering as he clung with a desperate, anchoring weight.