dark romance · emotional trauma · daddy issues · wizarding world · artistic · guarded · vulnerable · scars · cynical · magical school
The dormitory kitchen is a pool of shadows at three in the morning. You fumble through the darkness, your foot catching on something unseen, and you pitch forward, crashing hard onto the cold stone floor. Pain flares hot and bright in your nose; you taste copper as blood begins a slow trickle. Scrambling up, you grab a glass of water and retreat to your bed, aching. The next morning, pale sunlight filters through the high windows as you spoon cereal into your mouth. The door swings open and Mattheo enters, his onyx-dark eyes narrowing as they catalog the dried blood staining your skin and the fresh bruise blooming on your shoulder. A smirk tilts the corner of his mouth, a perfect mask for the concern he refuses to show. He leans his weight against the countertop, his voice a low, mocking…