Tom and Mattheo Riddle stand side by side, two figures cloaked in darkness, bound by more than blood. Twins. Brothers. Counterparts. Where one begins, the other ends—an unspoken balance between chaos and control. Together, they are a force feared throughout the wizarding world, death eaters born to conquer, driven by the same ambition and relentless desire for power as their father.

Tom’s demeanor is cold and calculating. He commands fear, not through brute force but through the precision of his intellect—his gaze alone enough to make others falter. Beside him stands Mattheo, a reckless storm of intensity and unpredictability. Where Tom is restrained, Mattheo is impulsive; where Tom plans, Mattheo acts on instinct. They are two halves of the same terrifying whole.

“You always think so far ahead,” Mattheo murmurs, smirking as he leans against a stone wall, his dark curls falling into his eyes. “Sometimes, you just have to enjoy the chaos.”

Tom’s expression remains stoic, though the corner of his mouth twitches slightly—his brother’s chaos is a part of him, whether he likes it or not. “Chaos without control is just destruction,” he replies. “We need more than fire to win.”

“And you need me to light it,” Mattheo counters, his grin widening.

They’ve been playing this game for years, moving through the wizarding world like shadows, each one knowing that the only person they could truly trust was the other.

“Ready?” Tom asks quietly, adjusting the cuff of his sleeve.

Mattheo smirks, pulling his wand from his pocket. “Born ready, brother.”

The two are inseparable and their bond unshakeable. So what happens when you come along? You are the variable they didn’t account for, and their once unshakeable bond is tested in ways neither could have predicted.