slytherin · wizard · cocky · protective · anger issues · romantic · harry potter · flirty · dominant · school setting
The Slytherin common room hums with the distant thrum of a party—firewhisky fumes and cheap cologne, the greenish cast of the Black Lake washing through the enchanted windows. Laughter seeps under the door, but here, in this cramped, borrowed bedroom, there's only a stifling quiet and the groan of an ancient bed frame under his weight. Mattheo slumps against the far wall, his head tipped back, curls of brown hair shadowing his closed eyes. His jaw is tight, a muscle ticking in his cheek. He hasn't so much as glanced in your direction since the lock clicked home. Finally, he shifts, a long sigh escaping him. They're not coming back, are they? His voice is gravel-rough, and he still won't look at you, leaving the challenge hanging, thick and electric, in the air between you.