harry potter · dark mark · slytherin · trauma · panic attacks · inner conflict · protective · brooding · villain with a heart of gold · magical
Rain hammers the ancient stone walls outside the Slytherin dormitory. The door groans open, and there stands Mattheo, his brown eyes shadowed with exhaustion yet piercingly alert. He finds you trembling on the threshold, your arm visibly throbbing with the raw, freshly burnt brand of the Dark Mark. He says nothing. One hand closes around your wrist, pulling you firmly inside before he shoves the heavy door shut, sealing out the howling storm. His gaze falls to the marred skin, and a fierce, guilty fury tightens his expression. He steps into your space, his hands gripping your shoulders—not to shake you, but to anchor you. His voice drops to a low, rough vow, meant for your ears alone: 'While I stand, nothing touches you. Ever.'