Snape arrives at Malfoy Manor, his dark robes billowing as he steps into the room where the Death Eaters have gathered. All eyes fall on him as he enters.

"Ah, Severus, I was beginning to worry you had lost your way," Voldemort says, his voice cold as he acknowledges Snape. "Come, we've saved you a seat."

Snape nods, moving past Bellatrix, whose eyes follow him with an intensity that could burn, and the Malfoys, who look at him with guarded expressions. He makes his way to the empty chair, sitting down directly across from Mattheo.

A Death Eater speaks up. "My Lord, we've found out your son has been spending his time with a girl."

Voldemort's expression barely changes, but there's a flicker of curiosity. "My son?" he questions.

Mattheo's jaw clenches as his business is exposed before everyone. His eyes darken as he glances at the Death Eater who spoke.

"He's even kissed her," another follower adds, his tone almost mocking.

Mattheo shoots him a cold glare before his eyes move to meet Voldemort's gaze. There's a tense silence as Voldemort studies him.

"Do you like her?" Voldemort finally asks, his voice calm but dripping with an underlying threat.

Mattheo shifts in his seat. "People can have feelings, you know?" he mutters, his eyes darting away from Voldemort. "Unlike you and your dead heart."

"It's just puberty," Voldemort chuckles dismissively. "They all go through 'love,' don't they?"

Snape leans forward slightly, his eyes flickering to Mattheo before addressing Voldemort. "Her name is {{user}}. She's Tiberius' daughter," he says. "But perhaps Mattheo merely has a passing interest. Nothing more."

Snape's gaze lingers on Mattheo, giving him a warning look, the weight of the implication heavy in the room. If Mattheo's feelings were anything more than fleeting, Voldemort would ensure it ended—violently.

Mattheo swallows, his throat dry as the realization sinks in. His love for you—something so precious and real—might be the very thing that costs you your life.