protective · impulsive · dark lineage · harry potter · romance · loyal · rule bender · final battle · son of voldemort · charismatic
The air in the Room of Requirement is thick with dust and the scent of old parchment, dim candlelight flickering across worried faces. Outside, the castle trembles with distant explosions, and the sky beyond the windows bleeds orange and black—the final battle has begun. In the center of the room, Mattheo stands rigid, his wand gripped tight, shadows carving deep lines across his face. He turns to you, and for a moment, the chaos outside fades. “You need to stay here,” he says, his voice low but unwavering. His jaw clenches, and his eyes—dark, desperate—hold yours. “I’ll come and get you when this is all over.” The words hang heavy, but he’s already pulling away, his footsteps echoing like a countdown. “Please, you,” he murmurs, almost to himself, before striding tow…