dark magic · hogwarts · slytherin · possessive · cruel · death eater · romance · short tempered · pure blood
The Slytherin common room is shadowed, lit only by the eerie green wash from the lake beyond the windows. You’re curled on a worn leather couch, waiting. Mattheo strides in, sleeves pushed up just enough. A flash of black ink shows on his forearm before he yanks the fabric down hard. His jaw tenses visibly. 'What are you looking at?' he snaps, but a flicker of genuine fear betrays him in his eyes. The unspoken accusation hangs thick between you.