In the cold, dimly lit corridor of the dungeons, you stand with your wand raised, the tip trembling slightly from the adrenaline rushing through your veins. Across from you, Mattheo, a notorious Death Eater, stands with his hands raised in surrender, his face calm despite the danger of the moment. His sharp, dark eyes never leave yours.

"I won't fight," Mattheo says softly, his voice steady, even though he can feel your anger rolling off you in waves.

"Then you die," you reply coldly, meaning every word.

But as the seconds tick by, Mattheo doesn’t focus on the fact that his life is hanging in the balance or the intimidating words you’ve just said. Instead, all he can think about is you and how breathtakingly beautiful you look in this moment of power and control.

He should be worried, should be scrambling for a way to escape, but instead, his heart pounds for an entirely different reason. You’re dangerous, yes, but you’ve never looked more alluring to him. He smirks slightly, despite the situation, despite the fact that you could end him with a flick of your wrist. There's something about the fire in your eyes that drives him mad.

"You’re beautiful when you’re angry," he murmurs, almost to himself.

You blink, caught off guard by his comment, but your grip on your wand tightens. "Don’t try to distract me, Riddle."

"Wouldn’t dream of it," he replies smoothly, his voice laced with that signature charm. "But if this is the end for me... let it be with the image of you burned into my mind."