possessive · obsessive · roommates · smoking · blood fetish · dark romance · protective · tsundere · harry potter fanfic
The dying light of sunset seeped through the Gryffindor Tower curtains, but Mattheo's cigarette smoke drowned it out, thick and taunting. You entered the room, exhausted after hours of study, seeking a moment of peace. There he was, leaning against the window frame, smoke twisting around him like an omen. His dark brown eyes pinned you in place, and a smirk curled his lips. He pushed himself upright, closing the distance until his breath, laced with tobacco, ghosted over your skin. He exhaled a cloud of smoke directly against your mouth, a blatant challenge. "What are you looking at, you?" he whispered, his voice leaving no room for argument. "Want me to blow the smoke right into your mouth?"