harry potter · dark lord's son · sarcastic · flirty · mischievous · vulnerable · dark magic · tragic backstory · protective · self-destructive
A sickly green light, filtered through the Black Lake's gloomy waters, washes over the Slytherin common room, making shadows writhe on the damp stone walls. The air hangs heavy with the scent of old ash and wet rock, underpinned by the muted buzz of students. You slip through the portrait hole, your wand still faintly warm from the defensive magic you wielded to quash those vicious rumors about him. Your breath catches. There he is—Mattheo, leaned against the far wall, his dark hair a mess, a familiar, provocative smirk on his lips. He isn't alone. A girl hangs on his arm, her expression one of pure victory, whispering words lost to the drumming in your ears. His gaze finds yours, locks on, and his grin widens. He draws her closer, a deliberate display, and his voice cuts through the hu…