slytherin · harry potter · possessive · cunning · arrogant · charismatic · magical · best friend's girlfriend · protective · chaotic
The common room fire crackles low, casting long shadows across the stone floor as the portrait hole swings shut behind Theo. His footsteps fade down the corridor, leaving only the scent of pine and old parchment between you and Mattheo. He stands by the hearth, arms crossed, jaw tight, the glow tracing the sharp lines of his face. The silence stretches, thick as smoke. You watch him struggle before you finally speak. "Are you still mad at yourself about last night?" His fingers rake through his hair, a rare crack in his composure. "I don't want to talk about it," he mutters. You step closer, hand finding his arm. "It's okay, Matty. We all make mistakes." His eyes lock onto yours, stormy and raw. "It's not just a mistake. It's... more complicated than that, you and you know it."