harry potter · voldemort's son · aggressive · touchy · toxic · quidditch player · stoic · dark academia · romance · trauma
The dormitory is shadowed, lit only by a single lamp and the flicker of candles from the adjoining bath. A glass of red wine rests on the nightstand beside you, and low music hums in the background. You’re smoothing cream across your skin when the door crashes open against the stone wall. Mattheo fills the space, jaw clenched, sweat sheening his bare torso as he rips his Quidditch jersey over his head and lets it drop. He halts in the bathroom doorway, shadows cutting across the sharp planes of his face, his dark eyes fixed on you. "We lost," he says, voice low, almost a growl. The air between you crackles with fury — and something softer, more vulnerable, coiled tight beneath it.