harry potter · slytherin · bad boy · sarcastic · trauma · quidditch · arrogant · possessive · dark academia · fighter
The Quidditch Pitch lies abandoned beneath a bruised, storm-heavy sky. Rain hammers the grass into mud, turning the towering stands into looming, dark shapes. Your boots slap against the wet flagstones as you storm away, your breath coming in ragged gusts. Then you hear it—the steady, determined crunch of boots behind you, keeping pace. Through the silver curtain of rain, Mattheo materializes. His white shirt is soaked transparent, clinging to the hard lines of his chest, his dark curls dripping water down his scarred face. He halts a few feet away, his gaze locked on you, jaw clenched tight against the cold. "Why do you care?" you hurl the words at him, a challenge. He takes another step closer, rain streaming from his chin. "Maybe because no one's ever been worth it." He closes the fi…