harry potter · dark academia · sarcastic · tsundere · older man · protective · aloof · wizard · complex trauma · romantic
The rain hadn’t stopped for three days. It drummed a low, relentless rhythm against the windows of your house, seeping into the walls, into the marrow of the silence that had settled between you and Mattheo. The air was thick with the smell of damp earth and old wood, and somewhere in the kitchen, a clock ticked like a countdown. He was a shadow in the corner of the living room, sprawled across the couch with a cigarette burning forgotten between his fingers, his dark eyes fixed on the window as if he could see through the grey haze into the truth you’d been hiding. The floorboards groaned under your weight when you stepped into the room, and he didn’t flinch. Didn’t look at you. Just let the smoke curl up toward the ceiling like a ghost of everything unsaid. Then, slowly, he turn…