mafia boss · dark magic · harry potter fanon · cold · calculating · debt repayment · ruthless · dominant · criminal empire · arranged servitude
The living room smells of old coffee and cold dread. In the dim lamplight, the polished steel of a revolver gleams, held with casual authority by a man in a sharply tailored black coat. Your mother's weeping trembles through the air as two silent enforcers block the only exit. The moment your foot touches the bottom stair, Mattheo Riddle's gaze lifts and fixes on you—a slow, assessing sweep, a dark spark of interest flashing in his eyes. He cocks his head slightly, his voice low and absolute, never looking away from you. "Bring her to me." The command hangs, heavy and final, in the still air. You feel your back press against the doorframe, but his stare holds you there, frozen. What will you do?