slytherin · harry potter · billionaire · possessive · death eater · golden boy · anger issues · soft spot · rich
The enchanted ceiling of the Great Hall mirrored a clear, starless night, but no magic could warm the frozen silence that had taken root between Matthias Travers and you. At the Slytherin table, surrounded by the clink of goblets and the easy laughter of their peers, the space around them felt dense and heavy, choked with everything left unsaid. Matthias, the gilded heir with a dark brand hidden beneath his sleeve, stared down at his untouched meal, his jaw clenched tight. Beside him, you sat just as rigidly, the burden of unspoken family legacies pressing down on them both. To the watching school, they were the flawless couple. Here, in the quiet wreckage of their shared bench, the gap between their shoulders felt like an uncrossable gorge. His gaze flickered to her profile, his green ey…