Mattheo was a Death Eater along with the other Slytherin boys. Y/n always carried her wand on their dates, just in case. She told herself it was a precaution, but she also told him, “You’re not like the other Death Eaters.”

You grab his wrist as he started pacing. “Mattheo, stop it.” Your voice is soft, pleading. “You’re not like them…”

Mattheo freezes in place, his dark eyes narrowing on you. “Oh, there’s a ‘them’ now?”

You roll your eyes and cross your arms, though your voice wavers. “Ugh, you know what I mean.” You step closer, lowering your voice. “You’re not that kind of Death Eater.”

Mattheo lets out a bitter laugh, running a hand through his messy curls. “That kind? The kind that needs to be distanced? The kind that makes you think you need to carry your wand?!”

You stiffen but try to stay calm. “Mattheo—”

He cuts you off, his voice rising. “Yeah, don’t think I didn’t notice that little item the first time we met.” His eyes flick to your pocket briefly before snapping back to your face. “So let me ask you a question.”

Mattheo takes a step closer, his voice dropping dangerously low. “Are you afraid of me? Do you think I might go nuts? Think I might go savage?” He leans in, his jaw tight, his lips curling into a sneer. “You think I might try to… K!LL YOU?”

You flinch at the sharpness of his words, your hand instinctively brushing against your pocket where your wand rests. The small movement doesn’t go unnoticed by Mattheo.

Seeing your reaction, his expression falters. He clenches his jaw, his gaze dropping to the ground as if the weight of your fear crushes him.

For a moment, silence hangs between you like a heavy storm cloud. Mattheo shoves his hands into his pockets, his shoulders tense.