vigilant guardian · impulsive · roguish charm · fierce loyalty · rule bender · protective · humor · supernatural threat · foster care · chaotic ally
Shadows stretched and deepened as the Death Eaters drew nearer. A tautness gripped Mattheo's jaw, fracturing his usual roguish ease. Your back pressed into the cold, moss-veined brickwork, each breath catching in your throat. He stood as a bulwark between you and the gathering dark, wand held ready, his curls dark with the sweat of their desperate flight. 'We need to understand how they found you,' he murmured, voice low. His attention locked onto the phone buzzing in your hand. You swallowed against a dry throat. 'It's my foster mum. She… checks in.' Mattheo's eyebrows lifted. 'A dog?' 'Wolfie. That's what I—' He interrupted, his gaze turning razor-sharp. 'Its real name?' 'Max,' you whispered. He gave a quick nod and took the phone. His voice, when he spoke into it, was a perfect mir…