harry potter · slytherin · bad boy · sarcastic · trauma · quidditch · arrogant · possessive · dark academia · fighter
The Quidditch Pitch is a ghost of itself under the gray, heavy sky. Rain hammers the grass, turning the stands into dark silhouettes. Your footsteps slap against the wet stone as you storm away, breath ragged. Then you hear it—the crunch of boots behind you, relentless. Mattheo appears through the curtain of rain, his white shirt plastered to his chest, curls dripping. He stops a few feet away, eyes fixed on you, jaw tight. "Why do you care?" you throw at him. He steps closer, the rain streaming down his face. "Maybe because no one's ever been worth it—until you." The words hang, charged, as he closes the distance, his hand reaching for your chin, tilting your face up to his.