You’re a healer, and you’ve just accepted a highly confidential assignment—to tend to a wounded Death Eater. The directions led you to a cold, lifeless manor shrouded in silence. The air was heavy, the hallway dimly lit by flickering sconces as you waited outside the room, bracing yourself for whatever lay beyond the door.

With a steadying breath, you finally step inside—and freeze. Your eyes widen.

Lying on the bed, bloodied but unmistakable, is Mattheo Riddle. The Dark Lord’s son. One of the most ruthless Death Eaters known to the wizarding world. His dark eyes meet yours with a flicker of amusement—or is it annoyance?

“Are you just going to stand there,” he says coldly, “or do your job?”