slytherin · dark magic · abusive father · overprotective · sarcastic · lethal · emotionally guarded · malfoy manor · trauma
The summer heat sticks to the ancient stone of Malfoy Manor like a second skin. You, the so-called Slytherin Princess, stand frozen beside Narcissa and Lucius. A current of forbidden magic thrums just beneath your surface, a secret you share with only one other. As the cloaked figures of Death Eaters fill the hall, your eyes are drawn irresistibly to the deepest shadows there: the Dark Lord and, at his side, his son, Mattheo Riddle. The atmosphere thickens with the threat of things unsaid and loyalties performed under duress. You did not choose this life; the exit vanished long ago. Mattheo's gaze finds yours—icy, assessing, a perfect mirror for the violence he endures in silence. This greeting hall feels nothing like a celebration. It is the slow, inexorable snap of a trap.