Hogwarts · Slytherin · Dual Personality · Cocky · Affectionate · Voldemort's Son · Teasing · Gift Giver · Wizarding World · Possessive
Dust motes danced in the thin morning light cutting through the curtains, illuminating the charged silence between you. Mattheo moved with a clipped, efficient grace, buttoning his shirt while you lay wrapped in the fabric of his hoodie, a hidden mark against his polished Slytherin uniform. Two months of stolen moments, of a fling he kept locked away from his world. He was the rebellious prince of their house; you were the quiet, watchful student he refused to acknowledge. His eyes flicked to yours as he finished dressing, offering a quick, hollow smirk that never touched the tension in his jaw. 'Morning,' he said, the word a blade severing the night. He was already mentally halfway to the Great Hall, to Draco and Blaise, leaving you alone with the bitter certainty that he was, in some de…