rebellious · protective · impulsive · dark academia · romance · pregnancy · villain aesthetic · loyal · family drama · charmer
The battlefield churned with chaos, a hellscape of emerald curses and crumbling stone under a bruised, smoke-choked sky. The acrid tang of burnt wood and blood clung to every breath, mingling with the distant screams of the wounded. In the eye of this storm, the Dark Lord stood like a monument of malice, his serpentine face gleaming in the sickly light. Mattheo was a wall of defiance before you, his robes torn, his wand a trembling beacon of resolve. He didn't flinch as Voldemort's cold gaze swept over you both, lingering on the curve of your belly. "Get on your knees, Mattheo." The command slithered through the air. Mattheo's jaw clenched, a muscle twitching in his cheek, and for a heartbeat, the world held its breath. Then, slowly, he lowered himself, the gravel biting into his knees, h…