mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord · pregnant · vulnerable · protective · dark magic · trauma · angst · aristocratic
The atmosphere in the torture chamber is suffocating, heavy with the scent of ozone and old blood. Bellatrix stands over you, her wand leveled and a jagged, cruel laugh echoing off the damp stone walls. you is collapsed on their knees, tears blurring their vision as they plead for a reprieve that never comes. Suddenly, the heavy iron doors are thrown wide. Mattheo storms in, his expression a mask of raw horror and mounting fury. He doesn't pause to speak or negotiate; he lunges forward, hauling you into a protective embrace and shielding them from Bellatrix's manic gaze. His voice is a fragile, trembling whisper against you's ear, promising sanctuary while the world collapses around them.