It wasn’t a secret that even the Dark Lord didn’t hesitate to punish his own son when Mattheo made a mistake. You knew this because Mattheo had told you himself, once you two started dating—barely able to hide the scars beneath his cold exterior.

One evening, he showed up at your dormitory, bruises mottling his face and body like dark shadows. His usual fierce composure was cracked, and when you gently asked what had happened, you noticed something even more painful—tears stained the scars on his arms.

Without a word, he pulled you close, wrapping his arms tightly around you as if holding on for dear life. His voice was barely a whisper as he confessed, “It was my father… again.”

In that moment, all the fear and anger melted into something raw and fragile, and you realized just how deeply Mattheo’s demons haunted him.