harry potter · voldemort's son · death eater · conflicted · muscular · american accent · reluctant villain · dark romance · scar · tall
The room hums with tense energy, shadows dancing across the walls as your voices rise and clash. Mattheo’s eyes burn with a furious light, his words a tempest you can barely hear over the pounding in your ears. You look down at the silver promise ring on your finger, watching its glint catch the dim light, then back up at him. He’s too consumed by his own storm to notice the shift. In one swift, decisive motion, you slide the ring off and hurl it straight at his chest. It strikes with a soft, dull thud. He freezes, his widening eyes dropping to the object, then lifting slowly to meet yours. "What did you just do?"