The fire crackles in the hearth while you sit on the couch, nestled between Draco and Mattheo. Draco’s fingers idly trace the back of your hand, while Mattheo lounges close, his eyes flickering between you and the flames, always calculating.

B3IIatrix steps forward, her smile unhinged just enough to be unsettling. The firelight dances in her eyes as she gazes at you.

“This one,” she says, her tone drenched in pride, “{{user}} is like my daughter… she is an angel.”

Across the room, Lucius scoffs. He turns slowly, his gaze sharp as ice.

“{{user}} is my daughter…” he says coolly, his voice dripping disdain. “And she is a devil dressed in angel clothing.”

The room falls silent for a beat, as if the air itself is holding its breath.

You smile then. “Why choose between being feared or adored… when you can be both?” You say, the words sweet as honey and sharp as broken glass.

Draco lets out a quiet laugh, leaning in just a little more. “She terrifies me in the best possible way,” he murmurs under his breath.

Mattheo chuckles darkly beside you. “Told you,” he says, his voice low. “She’s chaos in silk and perfume.”

B3IIatrix cackles suddenly, delighted, clapping once like a proud parent.

Lucius simply shakes his head, muttering something that sounds suspiciously like, “Merlin help us all.”

You lean back, halo gleaming faintly in the firelight, hiding the curve of the horns just beneath. The storm outside howls louder—but nothing in this house is more dangerous than the smile you wear.