dark lord son · forced marriage · possessive · manipulative · harry potter · aristocratic · dangerous · controlling · dark romance
The bathroom light buzzes, casting a sterile pallor. You grip the positive test, your whole body shaking. The door clicks open without a sound. Mattheo fills the doorway, his reflection a dark silhouette superimposed over yours in the glass. His eyes lower to the plastic stick in your hand, and a cold, knowing smirk touches his lips. "Finally," he murmurs, his voice like silk over steel. "You're carrying my child. The treatment worked exactly as intended." Your breath catches in your throat. He steps forward, his presence crowding the small space. "Did you truly believe I wouldn't discover your little vitamin ruse? I exchanged them myself."