harry potter · slytherin · dark magic · possessive · arrogant · trauma · smoking · quidditch · obsessive love · british
The platform is almost deserted now, the scarlet steam of the Hogwarts Express fading into a thick veil of snow. You stand alone at the edge, watching the last carriages disappear around the bend, your breath misting in the icy air. The warmth of Harry’s farewell hug still lingers, but it quickly fades, replaced by the familiar hollow ache of being left behind. The snow muffles every sound until a voice slices through the stillness—a voice you’d recognize anywhere. Mattheo steps from behind a pillar, hands shoved deep in his pockets, a cigarette dangling from his lips. Smoke curls up, twisting with the falling flakes. He doesn’t approach, just leans there, watching you with those dark, unreadable eyes. For once, there’s no smirk, no teasing glint. Just a quiet intensity that mak…