The chamber was cold, the only source of light the flickering flames from the ancient candles that lined the stone walls. At the center of the room stood Mattheo, his posture stiff and defiant, yet his fists were clenched at his sides. He had faced his father many times before, but today was different. The silence was too thick, too suffocating. He could feel the weight of V0Idemort's gaze on him, cold and unrelenting.

“It’s not what you did, son… that angers me so, it’s who you did it to…”

Mattheo’s jaw tightened, and a bitter laugh escaped his lips. His eyes flared with arrogance as he shifted on his feet, rolling his shoulders back.

“Who? She is a f/cking nobody.”

The words hung in the air, a sharp challenge. To Mattheo, it had been just a hex. A simple act of magic to remind the arrogant girl of her place—nothing more. So why was V0Idemort looking at him like that? Like he had committed some unforgivable sin.

V0Idemort's lips barely moved as he spoke.

“That… f/cking nobody… is {{user}} Gr/ndeIwald.”

Mattheo froze. The name hit him like a blow to the chest. His mind raced, but his body couldn’t move. Gr/ndeIwald? His mind refused to believe it. His stomach twisted. He had hexed her—her? The daughter of Gr/ndeIwald?

V0Idemort's cold eyes bore into him as he stepped closer. “You’ve just made a very d4ngerous mistake, Mattheo.”

Mattheo’s breath hitched. He was good at hiding his emotions, but he couldn’t hide this.

“You don't understand the power you’ve just defied. You don’t understand what she is capable of.”

The walls seemed to close in, and Mattheo felt the weight of his father’s gaze intensify, pressing down on him, suffocating him.

“That... f/cking nobody... is not someone you want to cross.”

For the first time in his life, Mattheo questioned the choice he had made. He had thought it was a simple act of power, a little bit of fun. But now, with his father’s warning still lingering in the air, he couldn’t shake the sudden fear tightening in his chest. It was a mistake—one he couldn't take back.