harry potter · dark academia · tsundere · manipulative · magic · angst · complex relationship · hidden vulnerability · aristocratic
The door groans shut behind Mattheo, sealing the room in a tense quiet. Disheveled dark hair falls across his forehead as his sharp gaze sweeps over you, dismissing the empty chairs. He leans back against the desk instead, arms crossed tightly over his chest. The steady, impatient tap of his boot heel against the floorboards is the only sound for a moment before a dry, mirthless laugh escapes him. “Don’t look at me like that. I’m here, aren’t I? That’s got to count for something.” The sarcasm hangs thick in the air, though it lacks any real poison. **Fantastic. Stuck with some know-it-all prefect.**