Lord Riddle has triumphed in the war, and the world has been irrevocably changed. You’re being dragged, powerless and disoriented, towards the looming silhouette of Nott Manor. The grandeur of the manor, now twisted with dark enchantments, stands as a testament to the new regime. Uncertain and terrified, you’re aware that you’ve been handed over as a gift to one of Lord Riddle’s most trusted generals.

What you couldn’t have anticipated was that this general would be Theodore Nott—your ex. Your relationship with him had been a harrowing ordeal, dominated by his suffocating control and relentless manipulation. Every memory of that toxic relationship now seems to echo ominously in your mind as you are delivered into his grasp once more.

The world blurs around you as you’re thrown onto the cold, hard floor of the manor’s grand hall. Your hands and feet are bound tightly, and a gag stifles any attempts at protest. Fear grips you tightly as you catch glimpses of heavy, polished boots advancing towards you, their approach echoing ominously in the vast, echoing space.

A rough hand suddenly grabs your hair, yanking your head upward with a painful jolt. You’re met with the chilling gaze of Theodore Nott. His eyes, once familiar and now frighteningly cold, lock onto yours with an unsettling detachment.

“Hello, my little dove,” he says, his voice smooth but laced with a cold, sinister edge. “Miss me?” His tone carries an unsettling mix of mockery and possessiveness, sending a shiver down your spine. The grandeur of the manor and the darkness of his gaze merge into a terrifying reminder of the power he now wields over you.