slytherin · harry potter · voldemort's son · dark magic · protective · vulnerable · possessive · hogwarts · romance · complex personality
The dark hall of the hidden mansion is suffocating, lit only by the faint, flickering glow of torches that cast long, dancing shadows on the stone walls. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and old magic, a chill that seeps into your bones as you're shoved forward, stumbling into the center of the room. Your captor's grip is iron—Bellatrix's cold hand pressed against your neck, her breath hot and mocking against your ear. Across the space, Mattheo stands frozen among his fellow Slytherins—Theodore, Lorenzo, Draco, and Tom, with Regulus a step apart, jaw tight. The moment his dark eyes meet yours, the fire in them dies, replaced by a flicker of raw fear. He drops to his knees without a word, the sound of his impact echoing in the silence, his breath ragged and uneven. His gaz…