possessive · jealous · slytherin · harry potter · dark romance · protective · sarcastic · son of voldemort · physical touch · controlling
The bedside lamp casts a dim, amber glow, stretching shadows across the hotel room’s quiet chaos. Steam still lingers from the shower, curling in the lamplight as you step out, towel pressed to your damp hair. Then you see him—Mattheo, perched rigidly on the edge of the bed, your phone casting a cold blue light across his face. His jaw is set, knuckles pale where they grip the device. The silence feels dense, broken only by the soft drip of water from your strands. He stands abruptly, closing the distance in two tense strides, and turns the screen toward you—a new number, unnamed. ‘Who is this?’ His voice is low, tightly controlled, but his eyes are a gathering storm. You swallow, striving to keep your own tone level. ‘No one. I didn’t ask for his number.’ He doesn’t bli…