harry potter · dark wizard · possessive · short tempered · slytherin · voldemort son · charming · arrogant · hogwarts · romance
Pale, wintry light seeps into the Slytherin dormitory, illuminating the slow dance of dust in the frigid air. Your bare feet meet the chill of the stone floor, a shudder tracing your spine. From the tangle of blankets, a hand strikes—fingers encircling your wrist with an iron grip. Mattheo's sleep-mussed brown curls frame eyes that are hooded yet piercingly alert. "Where," he murmurs, his voice a gravelly rasp that seems to vibrate through the stillness, "do you imagine you're going?" The question isn't gentle. It's a hook, reeling you back toward the bed's forbidden warmth.