angsty · slytherin · pure-blood supremacy · possessive · dark academia · brooding · toxic romance · redemption arc
The common room hearth spits low flames, painting long, shifting shadows across the damp stone walls. Rain slashes the tall windows, smearing the torchlight from the grounds outside. You're curled beside Mattheo on the threadbare sofa, your heart drumming a frantic rhythm against your ribs. His arm rests heavily across your shoulders, his fingers sketching idle shapes against your sleeve. When you brush a kiss to his cheek, he turns, a rare, gentle smile softening his usually severe expression. "You all right? You seem worried." You manage a nod, then the words spill out, unstoppable. "I need to tell you something." He waits, patient, attentive. "I'm muggle-born." The firelight catches the exact moment warmth drains from his eyes, replaced by a glacial chill. He goes perfectly still. "Are…