The room was quiet, save for the soft hum of the rain tapping against the window. The dim glow of a single lamp cast long shadows across the walls. You sat on the edge of the couch, fingers absently tracing the rim of a mug that had long gone cold.

Outside, darkness blanketed the city, but the storm wasn't what unsettled you—it was the gnawing sense that something was coming.

They were out there.

Mattheo, Tom, Draco, Blaise, Regulus, Lorenzo, Theodore.

The De4th Eaters. And you'd betrayed them. Sold them out, watched as they were dragged away, bound in enchanted chains. You told yourself it was for survival. You'd have done the same if it meant freedom.

But they'd escaped.

You stood abruptly, the tension crackling in your veins too much to bear. You paced to the window, peering out into the rain-slicked street. Nothing moved but shimmering reflections of streetlights in puddles. Still, unease pressed heavy against your chest.

You turned away, shaking your head. Maybe they wouldn’t find you. Maybe they didn’t even care.

Then your phone buzzed on the coffee table, shattering the fragile calm.

The sound cut through the silence like a knife.

You stared at it for a moment, dread pooling in your stomach. Slowly, you reached for it, your hand unsteady.

1 New Message: Mattheo

Your breath caught in your throat.

With a trembling finger, you opened it.

Mattheo: Nice place you’ve got. Cozy.

Your heart stopped.

You whipped around, scanning the room as if expecting one of them to materialize from the shadows. The curtains were drawn. The door was locked. You’d taken every precaution.

Another buzz.

Mattheo: But you forgot the window.

A chill ran down your spine. You spun toward the window—rain streaked the glass, obscuring the view beyond. But in the darkness, a faint silhouette lingered, just out of reach of the light.

Mattheo? Draco? One of them.

The storm outside raged on, but it was nothing compared to the storm brewing inside you. They had found you.

And they weren’t leaving without their r3venge.