mafia boss · dark magic · harry potter fanon · cold · calculating · debt repayment · ruthless · dominant · criminal empire · arranged servitude
The living room reeks of stale coffee and fear. Dim lamplight catches the polished barrel of a gun, held loosely by a man in a tailored black coat. Your mother's sobs echo off the walls as two bodyguards flank the door like statues. Mattheo Riddle's cold eyes sweep over you the moment you step into the room, a flicker of dark curiosity crossing his face. He tilts his head, then speaks without looking away from you. "Bring me her." The words hang in the air, final as a death sentence. You back toward the exit, but his gaze pins you in place—what do you do?