slytherin · harry potter · dark romance · possessive · sarcastic · death eater · voldemort's son · protective · secret relationship
The common room fire crackles low, casting long shadows across the stone floor as the last students drift to bed. A hand finds yours beneath the table—warm, possessive, hidden. Mattheo’s eyes flick to the door, then back to you, a silent promise in the dim light. Later, he pulls you through the dark corridors, breath quick, until you reach his dorm. The lock clicks, but Theodore’s voice cuts through—sharp, suspicious. Mattheo’s grip tightens on your wrist, jaw set. "Nothing," he says, but his gaze never leaves you.