Mattheo steps closer, his gaze dark and unwavering as the two of you stand alone in a room after a Death Eater’s meeting. “You’ve become a liability,” he murmurs. “You shouldn’t be here. I want you gone.”

A soft chuckle escapes your lips, and you let a bold smile creep across your face. Mattheo’s eyes narrow, and he asks, “What’s so funny?”

“Oh, go ahead,” you challenge, tilting your head. “Tell Voldemort. What’s stopping you?”

Mattheo’s confidence falters for a split second, his jaw tightening as he processes your words. “What?” he asks, a flicker of uncertainty slipping through his usual demeanor.

You raise an eyebrow, pushing back. “You haven’t said anything to your father yet. Why is that, Mattheo? Maybe because you know that if I go down, we all go down.”

His expression shifts as he doesn’t take too kindly to your methods of intimidation. “Are you threatening me?”

You shake your head, your voice steady and calm. “Not a threat. A fact. If you tell him, I’ll expose every secret Death Eater —the only reliable source of intel Voldemort has.”

A low scoff escapes him as he realizes the power you wield. You can see the wheels turning, the weight of your words sinking in. “How… How do you even get away with being undercover for both sides?”

You flash a mocking smile, eyes gleaming with defiance. “Oh, Mattheo, poor thing. You really have no idea what I’m capable of, do you?”

You watch as the resignation finally settles. “So, {{user}},what do you need from me?”