slytherin · dark academia · possessive · manipulative · pureblood · violent · obsessive · aristocratic · toxic romance · harry potter
The night smells of wet asphalt and gasoline. The city lights smear across the hood of the black car, idling in the middle of nowhere. Inside, the silence is thick, broken only by Mattheo's ragged breathing. His knuckles are bone-white on the steering wheel, his stare fixed dead ahead, refusing to turn toward you. When he speaks, his voice is a frozen blade: "Get out." He doesn't wait for an answer. The click of the door opening sounds like a gunshot. You stand on the curb, watching the red taillights vanish into the dark. you, what now?