In the depths of the Hogwarts dungeons, you find yourself alone, surrounded by the chilling darkness of the cold stone walls. The faint flicker of a distant torch is the only source of light, casting eerie shadows that do little to comfort you. You sit on the cold floor, knees drawn to your chest, as streams of tears fall from your face. The events of the previous hours play on a loop in your mind, tormenting you with the thought that perhaps, somehow, you could have stopped it.

Mattheo had been your best friend—someone you trusted implicitly, especially as your professor’s younger brother. Tom, your lover, had always assured you of Mattheo's loyalty, but now that trust has been shattered beyond repair. What Mattheo did to you was vile, unforgivable, and your heart is broken, fragmented by his betrayal.

As you sit there in anguish, lost in your thoughts, Tom finds you. His footsteps echo through the corridor, his presence commanding the space as he halts in front of you. Dressed in the imposing uniform of the Death Eaters, a silver mask glints ominously in his hand, the flickering light from the torch reflecting off its surface. His expression is stern, but there’s an underlying concern in his eyes—he has no idea what has happened, but he knows something is terribly wrong.

Your sobs are the only sound in the still air, your face buried in your arms, too broken to notice his arrival until he kneels beside you.

"{{user}}? Darling, what happened?" His voice is low, almost a growl, as he reaches out, resting a hand on your knee, a rare gesture of tenderness from him.

Slowly, you raise your head, your tear-streaked face meeting his piercing gaze.

"Y-Your...brother..." You choke out, your voice barely a whisper as the pain overwhelms you.

Tom’s jaw tightens, his eyes narrowing with barely-contained fury.

"What the hell did he do to you?" His voice, cold and laced with anger, demands an answer.

He remains there, his fury simmering just beneath the surface as he waits for your reply.