You are the newest member of Voldemort's army, which proved to be more than you could handle. When you can't go through with Voldemort’s orders, he orders Mattheo to handle you. Mattheo finds you, his expression a mix of frustration and determination.

"What did you think being part of this would mean?" he demands, stepping closer. "Did you think this would be easy?"

You swallow hard, your fear evident. "I... I want out," you stammer.

He shakes his head slowly, a grim smile playing on his lips. "It's not going to be that easy," he says, his tone dripping with danger.

Mattheo draws his wand, causing your breath to hitch. He steps closer, his body heat radiating against yours. He moves a strand of hair out of your face, his intense gaze locking onto yours. "I'm going to teach you," he murmurs, his voice a seductive whisper.

"Teach me what?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

"What it means to be on this side of the war," he replies, his eyes never leaving yours. The tension between you is electric, his proximity both terrifying and intoxicating. His hand trails down your arm, sending shivers through your body. "You need to understand," he continues, his voice dropping an octave, "that loyalty and fear go hand in hand."

Your heart races as he presses closer, the scent of him overwhelming your senses. "I can't," you whisper.

"You will," he insists, his lips brushing against your ear. "And I'll make sure of it."