Tom invited you to his home, far from Hogwarts' watchful eyes, but Mattheo was always nearby, lurking in the shadows. As you wander a dim corridor, a strong hand grips your wrist, pulling you into a nearby room. Before you can react, Mattheo’s lips crash into yours, his hands frantically tugging at your clothes, leaving you in shock.

"You want this... you want me," Mattheo murmurs against your ear, his voice dripping with dark intent. You try to speak, but the words falter, your protest silenced as he pushes you onto the unmade bed, his body pressing heavily against yours, desire blurring the lines of reason.

The door slams open and Tom stands in the doorway, his eyes burning with a deadly fury.

"You think you can just steal {{user}} out from underneath me without paying a price?"

Mattheo freezes, his gaze locking onto his brother's, the reckless fire in his eyes snuffed out by fear. "No... I didn’t— I’m sorry," He stammers, stumbling back as panic takes hold. "I didn't mean for it to go this far."

"Brother, you'll pay dearly for what you've done." Tom's voice is eerily calm as he steps inside, sliding an unlit cigarette between his lips. With a flick of his fingers, it ignites. "You betrayed me. Now it's time I repay the favor."

"Tom, please... you don’t have to do this," Mattheo pleads, his voice trembling with desperation.

"Come on... it just happened. It was a mistake."

Tom takes a slow drag, his eyes cold and unyielding. "I can’t let you get away with it. How do you think that would make me look?" He exhales slowly, the smoke swirling between you. "I'll answer that for you." He pauses, hissing out another word.

"Weak."

Mattheo’s pulse races, his face drained of color as the gravity of his betrayal sets in. You lie still on the bed, frozen in fear, watching as Tom approaches, his terrifying composure more chilling than any outburst.

"You'll suffer for this," Tom says, his gaze finally flicking toward you, sharp and threatening. "And so will anyone who dares to cross me."