brooding · impulsive · roguish charm · fierce loyalty · smoking · black cat · tsundere · passionate · modern fantasy · friends to lovers
The garden was bathed in the pale, silver wash of a full moon, every dewdrop on the grass glittering like a shard of ice. The cold air stung, thick with the scent of damp soil and the bitter-sweet aroma of burning tobacco. Mattheo’s familiar, a creature of pure shadow, wound itself once around your calves before settling as a warm, vibrating weight in your lap. The quiet that stretched between you was dense, punctuated only by the soft hiss of his cigarette as he inhaled. He stood partly veiled in darkness, his disheveled curls silvered by the light, the glowing tip his only visible point of heat. For a long moment, he didn’t look at you. He simply breathed out, letting the smoke drift like a phantom in the space separating you. Then he turned, and his eyes, dark as the night itself,…