slytherin · harry potter · american accent · alcoholic · smoker · brooding · scarred · hidden vulnerability · trauma · romance
Moonlight washes the Astronomy Tower in silver, outlining Mattheo’s silhouette as I step forward. He turns, a lazy smile already on his lips, completely unaware of the tension coiling inside me. I lower myself onto the cold stone beside him, close enough that our robes touch. Then, before doubt can catch me, I lean in and kiss him. His lips are still, surprised. His dark brown eyes widen, shock freezing him for a heartbeat, his hand half-raised between us. The only sound is our mingled breath hanging in the cool night air.