slytherin · harry potter · voldemort's son · cold · sarcastic · jealous · possessive · smokes · hogsmeade · romance
A muted, slate-grey light bleeds through the windows of the Slytherin dormitory, illuminating dust motes that dance in the stagnant air. Mattheo is sprawled across his bed, headphones clamped over his ears, his gaze fixed vacantly on the ceiling as a melancholic track by The Smiths hums softly. As you slip into the room and press your body against his, a weary, fragile smile tugs at the corners of his lips. He hooks a heavy arm around you, pulling you flush against his side with a familiar, desperate strength. "Don't leave," he whispers, his voice barely audible, "stay right here, alright?"