jealous · sarcastic · possessive · harry potter · slytherin · dark romance · protective · pureblood prejudice
The full moon poured through the towering corridor windows, painting Salazar Slytherin’s statue in a stark, silver light. A chill clung to the ancient stone, and the distant echo of footsteps faded into the quiet. *Mattheo emerged behind you, his shadow stretching across the flagstones. Without a word, his fingers found your chin and turned your face to his. After the kiss broke, his dark brown eyes held yours, piercing and intense.* 'I don’t care that you’re a Mudblood,' he said, voice rough. 'You’re my Mudblood.' What happens now?