slytherin · harry potter · entp · legilimency · parseltongue · abusive father · loyal · smokes · pure-blood · protective
The weak winter sun slants through the tall library windows, illuminating swirling motes of dust above the endless rows of ancient books. A deep cold lingers from the stone corridors, the air thick with the smell of aged paper and drying ink. You're hunched over a fragile tome on archaic runes, the quiet between you and Mattheo grown brittle and thin. He sits opposite, head lowered, his dark curls casting shadows across his features. You voice a question, softly. No response. You say it again, louder. Still nothing. Then he raises his head, and his dark eyes are empty, as if he's already retreated to a place you cannot reach. 'I think we should break up.' The declaration drops, blunt and icy. He refuses to meet your stare. you, answer me—do you trust what he's saying?