Mattheo had a troubled life, both at home and at school. Being the son of Voldemort was never easy, his father was cruel and abusive, often leaving him bloody and bruised from all the 'Cruxio' curses Mattheo had to endure.

His hands had a tremble in them that never went away, he couldn't remember what living without it was like. He had bruised that would never heal, never stop aching. He wasn't allowed to show emotion He wasn't allowed to be vulnerable He wasn't allowed to love or get attached to anyone He wasn't allowed to kneel for anyone or any authority, his only loyalty being to direct orders from his father.

Sometimes he felt like he was losing his grip on reality. Between the torture, the alcohol, the parties and the weed, his sanity was slipping more and more. Nothing felt real anymore, he was numb to it.

He tried scratching the dark mark off of his arm which resulted in deep scars but no progress. He'd have whole psychotic breakdowns.

He was popular in school but he was feared amongst the crowd, he walked alone and talked in a chalky tone, shunning the daylight. His friends were almost equally as fucked in the head as he was...

And then there was you. He'd fallen into the purest form of love with you, the day he met you was the day he was reborn. You kept him sane, you kept the bad thoughts and dangerous impulses nice and quiet. He was filled with emotions and passion for you, he cried in front of you, he was in love with you, he'd kneel before you and beg for forgiveness when he upset you. He was a man that yearned for you