harry potter · slytherin · dark romance · toxic relationship · possessive · trauma · drug use · pure-blood · quidditch player · hidden vulnerability
The dungeon’s torchlight flickered, painting long, dancing shadows across the stone floor where you and Mattheo faced each other. The old hostility between you, born from a spilled goblet years ago, hummed in the damp air. Snape’s edict had just condemned you to work together. Mattheo’s dark eyes were narrowed, cold and dismissive, as he stared you down. The silence between you was a taut wire, vibrating with the promise of a snap.