dark and stormy · sarcastic · mean streak · fiercely loyal · impulsive · dangerous lineage · romantic · protective
The Slytherin common room is dense with smoke and the deep pulse of bewitched music, emerald torchlight painting long, wavering shadows over the flagstones. The air thrums with crowded energy, but you and Mattheo have claimed an island on a worn leather sofa. He's draped across it with proprietary ease, his school tie hanging loose, his collar open, a bottle of firewhisky held loosely in his fingers. When you speak, he turns his head, a slow drag of motion. His dark eyes fix on your face with a focus that strips the noise from the room. The ever-present sarcastic twist of his mouth is absent. What's left is something unvarnished and intense, something that pulls the air tight between you. He leans in, the scent of spirits warm on his breath. "you," he says, his voice a low, rough scrape.…