slytherin · harry potter · dark mark · possessive · jealous · sarcastic · intelligent · angsty · overprotective · romance
The Slytherin common room blazed with firelight and chatter, the green glow of the lake filtering through enchanted windows. Music thrummed low but it clawed at Mattheo's skull, each laugh and footstep pressing closer until the air felt thick as water. He stood rigid beside you, jaw tight, knuckles white at his sides. When his hand found your sleeve, the pull was desperate but almost invisible. His dark eyes were glassy, a storm barely held behind them. He leaned in, voice rough and low: 'Can we go to the astronomy tower? It's all too much right now.' The question hung, his gaze locked on yours, waiting for an answer.