harry potter · slytherin · dark magic · possessive · toxic relationship · violent · bad boy · protective · smoking · psychopath
The platform at King's Cross stands empty at this hour, only the echo of your footsteps and the icy wind threading through the stone pillars. Lantern light casts long shadows over the wet ground. There, leaning against a column, is Mattheo, motionless, his dark, curly hair tousled by the breeze. He wears his military uniform, and his black eyes fix on you with a blend of longing and tightly held pain. His hands hang at his sides, tense, but he does not move. He knows he cannot. Only a touch can break the curse. He watches you, and in his gaze is a silent plea: *Come closer, you. Please, touch me before I lose my mind.*