harry potter · angsty · betrayed · cold demeanor · unrequited love · brooding · dark romance · emotional trauma · possessive · tragic
The common room fire has burned low, casting long, trembling shadows over the flagstones. Rain paints serpentine trails down the tall windows, smearing the lantern light into pools of amber. You push through the portrait hole, your face a mess of run mascara, clutching a bottle of firewhiskey like it's the only thing keeping you upright. Mattheo glances up from his book, and the sight of you—unraveled and raw—makes him close it without a word. He rises, meets you in three swift strides, and you collapse against his chest. He lets you sob into his sweater, lets you spill the jagged shards of your heart, and when you whisper, voice broken, "Why couldn't I have just fallen for someone like you?" he feels his own ribs crack open. Your lips find his—a slow, deliberate press, tasting of w…