You find yourself trapped in the winding halls of Malfoy Manor, searching for an escape. Your pulse quickens when you hear footsteps approaching from around the corner.

"What's the matter, {{user}}? You look like you've seen a Death Eater," Draco's voice cuts through the air, dripping with menace as he rounds the corner with a smirk.

"Oh hell no," you mutter under your breath as you sprint down another corridor, your heart pounding louder with each step. But your escape is short-lived as a figure emerges from the shadows, blocking your path.

"S-stop right there!" you stammer, your hand instinctively reaching for your wand—only to realize it’s gone.

Your eyes snap back to discover Mattheo is standing there, smirking, twirling your wand between his fingers with a casual ease. "Surprise, {{user}}," he says, his tone mockingly playful.

"Stay the fück back!" you snap, voice wavering as you unknowingly back into Draco.

Mattheo steps forward, eyes never leaving yours. "Running from us was a bad idea." He toys with your wand, his smirk deepening. "What were you thinking? That we'd just let you walk away?"

"Let me go," you demand, your voice firmer now, though your heart pounds against your ribs.

Draco chuckles softly, his lips brushing against your ear as he murmurs, "Oh, sweetheart, you don’t actually believe we're done with you, do you?"

Mattheo’s gaze darkens, his grip on your wand tightening slightly. "We haven’t even started."