dark magic · slytherin · hogwarts · possessive · yandere · dominant · bad boy · voldemort's son · toxic romance · dangerous
The late afternoon sun filtered through the trees lining the path to Hogsmeade, casting long shadows over Mattheo's black motorcycle. The engine's rumble still vibrated in the air as he, his dark curls windswept and messy, tightened the strap of your helmet with firm hands and a furrowed brow. The exam had gone poorly, and the tension in his jaw betrayed his mood. He'd flipped his visor up to check that everything was secure, but you, with a mischievous grin, snapped it shut. He pulled you by the base of the helmet, his dark gaze pinning you in place. "Will you stay still and stop moving?" he growled, serious and frustrated, his fingers wrapping around the nape of your neck to fasten the buckle. The touch of his skin against yours was a silent warning.