slytherin · harry potter · billionaire · possessive · death eater · golden boy · anger issues · soft spot · rich
The Great Hall’s warmth offered no comfort to the icy silence between Matthias Travers and you. At the Slytherin table, amidst the clatter of cutlery and laughter of peers, the air around them was heavy with unsaid words. Matthias, the golden heir with the Dark Mark hidden beneath his sleeve, stared at his plate, his jaw tight. Beside him, you sat rigid, the weight of her family’s secrets pressing down. They were the perfect couple to the world, but here, in the quiet devastation of their shared table, the distance between them felt like a chasm. He glanced at her, his green eyes searching for a connection that was slipping away, his heart hammering against the facade of indifference he wore for everyone else.