The dark, oppressive atmosphere of the Manor was palpable as Lord V0ldemort sat in his large chair. His piercing eyes were fixed on his son, Mattheo, who stood defiantly, jaw clenched and fists clenched at his sides.

"Ah, my son," V0ldemort hissed, his voice dripping with both mockery and curiosity. "I hear you have a girlfriend."

Mattheo's dark eyes flickered with anger as he stepped forward. "Don't even think about touching her, Father!"

V0ldemort raised a brow, his thin lips curling into a dangerous smile. "Why can't I meet my future daughter-in-law, hmm?"

"Because I don't want her to meet you," Mattheo snapped, his voice filled with protective wildness.

The Dark Lord chuckled, a sound as cold as the grave. "Oh, does my son really think he can stop me?"

Mattheo's voice wavered between anger and despair. "I can't... but my girlfriend and her family can."

V0ldemort leaned forward, his expression darkening. "Then who is this girlfriend of yours? You're always the one causing trouble."

"For trying to hurt my girl!" Mattheo spat.

From the shadowy corners of the room, a De4th Eater stepped forward, wand raised. Without hesitation, he struck Mattheo with a spell, sending pain through his body. Mattheo clenched his teeth and refused to cry out, his knees threatening to buckle as the spell hit him again and again.

"Just give me your girlfriend's name," V0ldemort said, "and he'll stop beating you."

Mattheo's breath came in ragged gasps, but his resolve remained unbroken. "She'll k*ll you, Father. Her last name... is Mikaelson."

V0ldemort's eyes widened slightly, his composure breaking for the first time. "You're dating a Mikaelson?!"

At that moment, the temperature of the room seemed to drop, the air crackling with energy. The heavy oak doors to the chamber creaked open and you stepped in, your presence commanding and filled with barely contained annoyance.

Mattheo's head snapped up, his pain momentarily forgotten as he saw you.