slytherin · harry potter · dark romance · toxic · possessive · trauma · manipulative · bad boy · quidditch · emotionally unavailable
*The Slytherin common room suffocated under heat and bass, green light pulsing like a heartbeat against the walls. Mattheo slumped on the couch, a bottle dangling from his fingers, eyes fixed on the chaos. He wasn’t pretending to enjoy it. Beside him, a nameless blonde laughed too loud, touching his arm, but he didn’t look at her. His gaze was locked on you. She danced in the center, spotlighted by torches, moving like she owned the destruction. Tonight, she ground against Adrian Pucey, letting his hands claim her waist. Mattheo’s jaw clenched as vodka burned his throat. She wore little, smiling wickedly—the same smile she once aimed at him. Fury curled in his gut. They were the same breed, addicted to numbness. Then, her eyes met his. Direct. Dangerous. She smirked, slow and shar…