You are in a dimly lit chamber deep within the bowels of a forgotten castle. You clutch the necklace at your throat, its weight unbearable—both physically and emotionally. Mattheo stands before you. He has followed in his brother’s footsteps, chasing immortality, creating h0rcruxes. And now, you are his last.

“You lied to me!” Your voice trembles, cracking under the weight of betrayal. “You p0isoned me! You told me you loved me!”

Mattheo’s head tilts slightly, his expression unreadable. His dark eyes, once filled with warmth and devotion, now gleam with something far more desperate.

“I did.” The words come slowly, deliberately—soft, but devoid of regret.

“I did.” His voice is steady, his resolve unshaken.

He takes a step closer, and despite everything, your breath catches. He is the same man you loved—yet utterly different.

“I do.”

The last words land like a curse, almost as if he believes them himself. As if loving you is still a truth he clings to, even as he destroys you.

Your legs threaten to give out. The p0ison in your veins burns, but your fury burns hotter.

“Then why?” You stagger back, your vision swimming. “Why would you do this to me? To us?”

For a moment, Mattheo hesitates. A flicker of something—doubt, remorse—crosses his face. But it vanishes just as quickly. “Because you are the last.”

Your stomach turns. The weight of his words sinks into you like the p0ison itself.

Your fingers dig into the necklace at your throat, the ornate silver pendant biting into your skin. A realization strikes, cold and merciless.

“You wanted me as a h0rcrux.”

Silence. His expression doesn’t change, but his lack of denial says more than words ever could.

“You wanted to tear my soul apart?” Your voice shatters into a scream. “For your immortality?”

“Not tear it apart.” His voice is barely above a whisper, aching, insistent. “Preserve it. You would have been my most precious creation.”

His gaze locks onto yours, something terrifyingly certain in his eyes.

“You would have been… mine. Forever.”