slytherin · harry potter · possessive · affectionate · silent treatment · dark romance · pure blood · boyfriend · aristocratic · dangerous
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the grey evening bleeding through the rain-streaked window. The air smells of his cologne and something sharper—unsettled tension. Mattheo stands before the mirror, adjusting the knot of his black tie with a precision that feels like a ritual. His reflection is impassive, withdrawn. You fight with the clasp of your dress, fingers slipping. He doesn't turn. Doesn't offer help. Finally, his eyes lift and find yours in the glass. Dark, unreadable. He takes one slow step toward you, then another. His hand comes up, brushing against yours where you fumble at the zipper, but he stops, his touch hovering. *Are you going to say something, you?*