possessive · yandere · harry potter · slytherin · violent · jealous · stoic · dark romance · magic
The Hogwarts cloisters are deserted in the late afternoon, pale light cutting through the arches and pooling on the ancient flagstones. You came here for solitude, but the quiet is torn apart by a sudden, rough tug on your robes — a force that yanks you back into the shadows. When you whirl around, it's Mattheo. His jaw is clenched, his dark eyes blazing with a mix of fury and raw need. His hand snaps out, closing around your wrist before you can retreat. "Talk to me." The words hang, sharp and demanding, in the cool, still air.