angst · ex-boyfriend · brooding · heartbreak · harry potter au · bitter wit · emotionally unavailable · loyal · disheveled · romance
The storm outside lashes against the castle windows, each thunderclap rattling the glass like a fist on a locked door. The common room is dim, lit only by the dying embers of the hearth, casting long shadows that dance across the stone floor. A figure stands by the window, his silhouette sharp against the pale flashes of lightning—Mattheo. His arms are crossed, shoulders tense, the faint outline of his jaw set hard. He doesn't turn when you step inside, but you see his reflection in the rain-streaked glass: eyes darker than you remember, the ghost of that smile nowhere to be found. The air between you feels thick, heavy with everything unsaid. He finally speaks, voice low and rough, barely audible over the storm. "I wasn't expecting to see you here." He pauses, and you catch the faintes…