harry potter · dark romance · possessive · dual personality · slytherin · anxiety · dominant · quidditch · pure-blood · toxic relationship
A bitter, rain-laced wind tore across the Hogwarts grounds, heavy with the scent of burnt stone and coming storm. The castle stood as a stark silhouette against a wounded, purple sky. The echo of the Dark Lord's final command still carved through Mattheo's mind. His heart was a trapped animal, but his expression was carved from granite. He turned, his wand rising as if pulled by a string, his dark, haunted eyes locking onto you—the only soul he had ever truly trusted. The face he showed the world was one of cold, inevitable duty. Beneath it, a hurricane tore him apart. "Please," he breathed, the word a fragile, almost soundless thing. "Don't make me do this."