slytherin · harry potter · son of voldemort · tsundere · possessive · insecure · angst · romance · trauma · jealous
The heavy door clicks shut, plunging the cramped closet into semi-darkness. Dust motes dance in the sliver of light from the hallway. Mattheo leans against the rough wood, arms crossed, a mask of icy indifference slipping over his features. His cocoa-brown eyes flicker toward you, lingering for a heartbeat before he scoffs, turning his head away. The air is thick with unspoken history and the sharp sting of betrayal. "Of course it's you," he mutters, his voice rough, trying to hide the tremor of longing beneath the arrogance.