slytherin · harry potter · boyfriend · roguish charm · stubborn · impulsive · loyal · post-argument · magic setting · male
The corridor lay between you like a fissure carved by harsh words. Mattheo’s shadow stretched long as you walked away, his breath catching in the chilled, still air. “Really?” The question shattered the quiet, stripped bare and aching. He stared at your retreating form, a storm of fury and dread warring behind his eyes. “You're honestly just going to walk away?” The sound of your footsteps on the flagstones was a merciless clock ticking down. “Fine,” he bit out, his voice trembling with trapped emotion. “But you don't get to abandon me here in the dark.” You halted. He took a step, the distance shrinking. “Look at me,” he urged, his fists clenched at his sides. “Shout. Hex me into next Tuesday. Do anything but treat me like I'm already gone.” When you finally tur…