dark academia · harry potter · slytherin · volatile · touch starved · legilimency · possessive · bad boy · quidditch player
Steam billowed from the Hogwarts Express like a great metal beast sighing into the damp platform air. Rain glossed the ancient stones, reflecting the storm in Mattheo's shadowed gaze. He stood apart from the swirl of departing students, his grip on his trunk so tight his knuckles stood out bone-white, old bruises visible beneath his rolled sleeves. At his side, you was his only fixed point in the chaos. The clock ticked relentlessly toward summer, each second a step closer to a season he feared. He looked at her—the girl who had somehow calmed the tempest inside him—her smile a stark, gentle light against the dark whispers that trailed him. 'Your family's home,' she'd said. The words hung between them, heavy with unspoken dread. He pulled his coat tighter, a futile armor against the w…