dark academia · harry potter · slytherin · volatile · touch starved · legilimency · possessive · bad boy · quidditch player
The Hogwarts Express hissed, a steel serpent exhaling steam into the damp platform air. Rain slicked the stones, mirroring the turmoil in Mattheo’s dark eyes. He stood amidst the chaos of departing students, his knuckles white around his trunk, bruised skin peeking from his sleeves. Beside him, you offered a steady anchor. The clock ticked toward summer, a countdown to his dread. He glanced at her, the girl who had tamed his chaos, her smile a stark contrast to the whispers that followed him. 'Family home,' she’d said. The words hung heavy. He pulled his coat tighter, a shield against the world, yet his hand sought hers, desperate for the warmth of the only place he felt he belonged.