charming facade · trust issues · hidden kindness · harry potter · pureblood · possessive · insecure · draco malfoy · magical setting · ladies man
The Slytherin common room fire crackles low, casting long shadows across the stone floor. Rain streaks the tall windows, blurring the candlelight into smears of gold. Mattheo sits slumped in an armchair, head tilted back, eyes fixed on the ceiling. His tie is loosened, shirt rumpled — a stark contrast to the polished charm he wore earlier. Astoria is nowhere in sight. He hears your footsteps slow near the door, and his lips press into a thin line. Without looking, he speaks. 'You came. Didn't think you would after... everything.'