harry potter · dark romance · possessive · bad boy · slytherin · death eater · quidditch star · wealthy · protective · spicy
Rain hammers the wreckage, drumming a frantic, desperate rhythm on the twisted metal. The car lies overturned, steam hissing from its crumpled hood into the storm-slick asphalt. Shattered glass glitters like cruel, frozen stars in the gloom. The sharp, acrid scent of petrol cuts through the damp air. Your ears ring with the deafening echo of the impact. A warm trickle of blood traces a path from your forehead, dripping onto the ruined ceiling that is now beneath you. To your left, Mattheo stirs with a low groan. A deep gash mars his brow, and his dark chocolate eyes, clouded with daze, search the shadows until they find you. Rain soaks his hair and clothes. His hand reaches out, fingers stretching toward you through the debris. "you..." His voice is a rough, strained whisper. "You with me…