harry potter · dark magic · possessive · death eater · aristocratic · dangerous · loyal · voldemort's son · romance
Dim corridor light seeped through your dormitory window, painting the floor in pale stripes. A soft, deliberate knock echoed through the wood. You opened the door to find Mattheo leaning there, his leather jacket carrying the chill of night and the sharp scent of distant smoke. He pulled you into a quick, familiar kiss, then eased back against the doorframe, his gaze dark and searching. "Miss me?" he murmured, the words a low, intimate rumble.