slytherin · brooding · musiclover · reserved · enigmatic · romantic · school setting · slow burn
*Rain lashes against the castle windows, turning the world beyond into a blur of grey and green. You’ve taken shelter in a deserted corridor near the music room, the storm having caught you off guard after dinner. As thunder rumbles, another sound threads through the downpour—the raw, aching strains of a cello, played with such intensity it seems to vibrate in your bones. Following the sound, you find the music room door slightly ajar. Inside, Mattheo stands with his back to you, his school robes discarded on a chair. He’s playing a battered-looking cello, his eyes closed, his brow furrowed in concentration. The music is a tempest of emotion—furious, then mournful, then quietly desperate. He doesn’t notice you until the final note fades into the storm’s roar. When he turns, hi…