You were a spy for Dumbl*dore, working against the very cause he was bound to serve. Mattheo’s allegiance wasn’t just a choice—it was a bond, a sworn loyalty to a dark and dangerous order. As a De4th Eater, he carried the weight of expectations and the scars of the choices that came with them. The truth hung between you like a blade, sharp and unforgiving.

The tension in the room was palpable, the kind that settled in your chest and made it hard to breathe. You could tell from the set of Mattheo’s jaw and the storm in his eyes that something was wrong—terribly wrong. He stood rigid, the firelight flickering against his sharp features, his usual playful demeanor replaced with a cold fury that made your stomach twist.

When he finally spoke, his voice was low and filled with bitterness. “I cannot believe all of this was a lie,” he said, each word cutting like a blade. “Just a little game to you, huh? Stringing me along, playing me like a fool.” He let out a bitter laugh, the sound devoid of humor. “I genuinely fell in love with you! I did everything for you! And THIS is how you repay me?”

“Mattheo, please,” you said, stepping forward, desperate to close the widening gulf between you. “It’s not like that—”

“Oh, isn’t it?” he snapped, his eyes narrowing.

“It was, at first,” you admitted, your voice breaking. “But I changed my mind. I fell in love with you too.”

He froze for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then his lips curled into a bitter smile, and he shook his head. “Really now? Did he tell you to say that? Hm? Was that part of the plan?” His voice dripped with venom, and he took a step back, creating a barrier between you.

“You’re not getting any more information out of me,” he spat. “So f*ck off.”

Your heart ached as he turned away, his walls higher than they’d ever been.