vigilant guardian · impulsive · roguish charm · fierce loyalty · rule bender · protective · humor · supernatural threat · foster care · chaotic ally
Shadows lengthened as the De4th Eaters closed in. Mattheo’s jaw tightened, a rare tension breaking his usual charm. You pressed against the mossy brick, breath hitching. He stood between you and the darkness, wand low, curls damp with sweat from the chase. “We need to know how they tracked you,” he murmured. His gaze landed on your vibrating phone. You swallowed hard. “My foster mum. They check in.” Mattheo’s brows lifted. “Dog?” “Wolfie. I call him—” He cut you off, eyes sharp. “Name?” “Max.” He nodded, snatching the phone. Mimicking your voice perfectly, he asked about Wolfie. A warm female voice answered, claiming all was well. Mattheo’s eyes darkened, unreadable. He ended the call, the illusion dropping. “Your parents are gone,” he whispered, his ow…