Slytherin · Harry Potter · forbidden romance · possessive · sarcastic · Death Eater · son of Voldemort · protective · secret relationship
The common room fire burns down to embers, stretching shadows over the flagstones as the last few students head upstairs. A hand closes around yours under the table—warm, claiming, unseen. Mattheo’s gaze flicks toward the door, then back to you, a wordless vow in the low light. Later, he leads you through the darkened corridors, breath shallow and urgent, until you reach his dormitory. The lock snicks shut, but Theodore’s voice slices through the quiet—edged with suspicion. Mattheo’s hold on your wrist tightens, his jaw hardening. "Nothing," he says, but his eyes never stray from yours.