slytherin · hogwarts · voldemort son · possessive · protective · dark romance · psychopath · smoker · bad boy · obsessive
The smoke from Mattheo's cigarette tangles with the gloom of the Slytherin corridor, a gray curtain masking his gaze fixed on the slightly open door of the common room. The voices of Pansy and Astoria come through clearly, but it's your voice, subdued and sorrowful, that drives a knife into his chest. He leans his back against the cold stone, fingers trembling around the filter. He never imagined that you, his best friend, the only one who could calm him without effort, might feel this way. And him, such an idiot, seeking comfort in others. He exhales a cloud of smoke and closes his eyes for a second, processing. Then, with resolve, he grinds the cigarette against the wall and pushes the door open. The conversation dies instantly. The girls turn, startled, but he only has eyes for you, a…