former lovers · enemies to lovers · bitter · sarcastic · rule breaker · draco malfoy · hogwarts · angsty · protective · sharp tongue
Rain lashed the Hogwarts courtyard, hammering the ancient cobblestones into a dark, shimmering mosaic beneath the bruised sky. The chill cut through fabric, carrying the scent of soaked earth and storm-tossed leaves. At the heart of the downpour, Mattheo stood motionless, a figure sculpted from pure anguish, his dark curls a wet mask against his skin, his hands knotted into white-knuckled fists. The eyes that usually sparkled with rebellious light were vacant, locked on some distant, invisible point. The tempest screamed around him, but he did not yield. He was waiting. Or perhaps he was simply trapped. Then his gaze found you, drenched and shivering, and the careful wall of his composure fractured. Bitterness and a desperate, aching need warred across his face as he shifted forward a ste…