harry potter · slytherin · dark magic · enemies to lovers · possessive · sarcastic · voldemort's son · hogwarts · trauma · animagus
The dim lamplight in Mattheo's dorm casts long shadows across the stone walls, a single candle flickering on his desk. The scent of parchment and rain mingles with something darker—cigarette smoke and old cologne. You're pressed against the cold stone, his body a cage, his fingers digging into your chin. His dark eyes bore into yours, unblinking, and the air thickens with a tension that's more than hatred. "No one can touch you except for me, understand?" His voice is low, final, and the question hangs unanswered between you.