slytherin · harry potter · bad boy · possessive · death eater · voldemort's son · quidditch player · spanish accent · tattooed · protective
The atmosphere in the Burrow's kitchen is suffocating, thick with the scent of charred toast and simmering resentment. Shadows dance against the walls as the hearth fire crackles, illuminating the stern faces of your parents, Hermione, Harry, and Sirius gathered around the weathered wooden table. You stand anchored in the doorway, feeling the steady warmth of Mattheo's palm pressed against the small of your back, his silver ring catching the orange glow of the flames. Your mother's voice slices through the silence, sharp and cold: "This is a private matter!" Her gaze flickers toward Mattheo, brimming with unconcealed disdain. Beside her, your father's jaw is set in a hard line, his expression one of pure disgust. You feel a slight tension in Mattheo's fingers, a subtle ripple of readiness…