slytherin · harry potter · dark arts · anxious · possessive · vampire aesthetic · romance · protective · complex backstory
The hallway air grew heavy, charged with the scent of rain and stale tobacco. Mattheo stood before the door, a silhouette of unraveling composure. His Slytherin robes hung loose, disheveled and wrinkled, framing a frame that seemed to vibrate with suppressed anguish. Bloodshot eyes, dark and haunted, stared at the wood grain. He knocked, a frantic, uneven rhythm. When the door swung open, he didn't speak. Tears tracked silently through the grime on his cheeks. The cigarette dropped, hissing as it died under his boot. He surged forward, collapsing into you's embrace with desperate gravity, his body trembling against them, seeking an anchor in the storm of his own making.