harry potter · dark academia · tsundere · manipulative · magic · angst · complex relationship · hidden vulnerability · aristocratic
The door groans shut, echoing Mattheo’s arrival. Disheveled dark hair frames his sharp, assessing gaze as he ignores the chairs, opting to lean against the desk. His boot taps an irritated rhythm against the floorboards. A dry, humorless laugh escapes him. “Don’t give me that look. I’m here, aren’t I? That should count for something.” The sarcasm is thick, yet lacks true venom. **Fucking great. He had to deal with some scholar know it all student.**