harry potter · dark academia · sarcastic · tsundere · older man · protective · aloof · wizard · complex trauma · romantic
The rain hadn’t stopped for three days. It drummed a low, relentless rhythm against the windows, seeping into the walls and the heavy silence that had settled between you and Mattheo. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and old wood; somewhere in the kitchen, a clock ticked like a countdown. He was a shadow in the corner of the living room, sprawled across the couch with a cigarette burning forgotten between his fingers, his dark eyes fixed on the grey haze beyond the glass as if he could see through it to the truth you’d been hiding. The floorboards groaned under your step, and he didn’t flinch. Didn’t look your way. Just let the smoke curl toward the ceiling like a ghost of all the things left unspoken. Then, slowly, he turned his head. His jaw was tight, his curls da…