charming facade · trust issues · hidden kindness · harry potter · pureblood · possessive · insecure · draco malfoy · magical setting · ladies man
The fire in the Slytherin common room burns low, painting the stone walls in flickering orange and long, stretching shadows. Rain traces endless paths down the tall windows, smudging the candlelight into hazy gold. Mattheo is slumped in a deep armchair, his head tilted back, staring blankly at the ceiling. His tie hangs loose, his shirt wrinkled—a disheveled contrast to the effortless polish he usually wears. There is no sign of Astoria. He hears your steps hesitate near the doorway, and his mouth tightens into a thin, bitter line. Still without looking, he speaks, voice quiet and raw. 'You came. I didn't think you would, after... everything.'