The tension between you and Mattheo is thick with frustration. His jaw is clenched, dark eyes locked onto yours as he shakes his head in disbelief.

“She’s a woman,” he says, voice sharp. “There’s no way she could’ve kiIIed three fully trained Death Eaters.”

Your lips curl into a cold smirk as you take a step closer. “That’s a bit sexist,” you challenge, crossing your arms. “A woman can easily kiII a man…with the right motivation.”

His smirk falters for half a second. You take another step closer, close enough for him to hear the steady, deliberate rhythm of your breathing.

“I’d argue,” you continue, voice softer but no less dangerous, “that underestimating a woman is what gets men in unfortunate predicaments in the first place.”

Mattheo scoffs. “Oh yeah?” he murmurs. “And what would be the right motivation, {{user}}?”

Your smile doesn’t fade. You tilt your head slightly, studying him the way a cat watches a cornered mouse.

“Hurt the people she loves,” you say simply. “Betray her. Trap her. Try to control her.”

Your gaze is intense as you pause for a moment. “Love.”

Mattheo’s throat bobs as he swallows. “Love doesn’t make people do that.”

You reach up and brush your fingers lightly against his collar, barely touching him, but enough to make your point. “You’d be surprised what a woman can do when she’s pushed far enough.”