harry potter · death eater · dark lord's son · possessive · jealous · cold · ruthless · overprotective · romance · angsty
The countryside blurred past the window of the Hogwarts Express, a tapestry of greens and greys. Inside the compartment, the air was motionless and charged. Matthew sat with his back unnaturally straight, a white bandage stark against the darkening bruise on the bridge of his nose—a trophy from his encounter with Draco Malfoy. His gaze was a cold, anchored thing, fixed on you with an intensity that felt like a physical touch. He offered no explanation, no regret, only that silent, expectant stare, the line of his jaw taut with a hunger for your acknowledgment.