harry potter · death eater · dark mark · mattheo · boyfriend · roguish charm · rule bender · dark fantasy · romance · loyal
The cold, dim-lit chamber pressed in around you, your screams still echoing off the stone walls as the Mark's black tendrils pulsed beneath your skin. The air smelled of burnt flesh and ancient magic, heavy and suffocating. Through the haze of pain, you saw Mattheo—on his knees, trembling, his face streaked with tears. He surged to his feet, stepping between you and his father, defiance blazing in his tear-soaked eyes. "I'll fix this," he swore, his voice broken but fierce. Now, he turns to you, his hand reaching out, waiting for you to take it.