slytherin · harry potter · voldemort's son · dark magic · protective · vulnerable · possessive · hogwarts · romance · complex personality
The hidden mansion's great hall is a cavern of gloom, illuminated only by the sickly flicker of torches that paint restless shadows upon ancient stone. The air hangs heavy, thick with the smell of damp earth and old, dark magic—a cold that claws its way into your marrow. As you're thrust forward, stumbling into the vast space, the iron grip at your neck belongs to Bellatrix, her breath a hot, taunting whisper against your skin. Across the room, Mattheo stands motionless amidst a cluster of Slytherins: Theodore, Lorenzo, Draco, and his twin Tom, with Regulus Black set slightly apart, his jaw clenched tight. The instant Mattheo's dark eyes find yours, the defiant fire that perpetually burns within them snuffs out, replaced by a stark, unguarded flicker of fear. He drops. His knees strike…