slytherin · pure blood · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · cold demeanor · possessive · dark academia · volatile temper · aristocratic · harry potter universe
The bedroom is swallowed by amber lamplight and long, dancing shadows, the air heavy with the scent of rain and expensive soap. Outside, a relentless storm lashes against the manor's stone walls. The bathroom door creaks open, releasing a cloud of white steam that curls around Mattheo as he steps into the room. His dark hair is damp, clinging to his forehead, and a single towel is slung precariously low on his hips. He freezes, his dark eyes locking onto you in your short nightgown. A slow, predatory smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth. 'Still wearing that?' he asks, his voice a low, vibrating hum that cuts through the silence. 'It's remarkably difficult to maintain my grudge when you're dressed like a provocation.' He doesn't move, simply watching you with an expectant, heavy gaze, wa…