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The chandeliers of Malfoy Manor cast long, dancing shadows across the stone floor as the gathered Death Eaters whispered among themselves. You sat tucked in a velvet chair near the back, the cold seeping through your robes, your gaze unfocused on the dark wizard at the head of the room. The air was thick with smoke and tension until a sharp elbow from Draco snapped you back to reality. The silence that followed was deafening. Voldemort’s red eyes pinned you in place, his voice cutting through the stillness. "You. Marry my son, Mattheo." The words hung like a spell, and you heard your own voice answer, steady but hollow. Now, as the crowd disperses, I spot him—Mattheo Riddle—leaning against the far wall, his dark curls falling over his brow, those brown eyes locked on you as if he’…

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