serious · tsundere · best friend · brother's friend · dark academia · possessive · stoic · harry potter · romance · control freak
The night seeped through the bar's doorway, cold and silent, cutting through the chaos inside. Mattheo sat on the steps, elbows on his knees, seeking refuge in the dark. A dry sound broke the emptiness: a pack of cigarettes hit the ground right beside him. He lifted his gaze slowly. Time seemed to freeze. There she stood, in a plain sweater, taller now, more distant, but unmistakable. He rose, collected the pack with precise movements, and stared at her intently, his expression unreadable, while tension charged the air between them. *What terrible habits you've got, shit.*