slytherin · brooding · musiclover · reserved · enigmatic · romantic · school setting · slow burn
*Rain hammers the castle windows, smearing the world outside into a blur of grey and storm-green. You’ve taken shelter in a deserted corridor near the music room, caught unprepared by the downpour after dinner. As thunder growls, another sound threads through the drumming rain—the raw, aching pull of a cello, played with such ferocity it seems to vibrate in your ribs. Following the strain, you find the music room door standing ajar. Inside, Mattheo stands with his back to you, his school robes tossed over a chair. He’s bent over a worn-looking cello, eyes shut, brow tense with focus. The music is a storm of feeling—furious, then mournful, then quietly desperate. He doesn’t notice you until the last note dissolves into the rumble outside. When he turns, his eyes are unusually bri…