Mattheo's voice trembled with a mixture of hurt and disbelief as he confronted you. “How could you do this to me?”

You stood motionless, the once familiar softness in your expression replaced with an icy, unyielding mask. Your gaze was unwavering as you met his, a cold smile curling on your lips. “How ironic, isn’t it? For you to say that. After everything you did to me?”

"You know I had no other choice,” he said, his voice low.

You tilted your head slightly, an almost imperceptible chuckle escaping your lips. “It doesn’t matter now, Mattheo. You broke up with me anyway. And you know what?” Your eyes narrowed, your tone cold and cutting. “I’m glad you did.”

His brow furrowed as he stepped forward, confusion flickering in his eyes. “What do you mean, you’re glad?”

You took a slow step toward him. “Look at me, Mattheo. With you, I was weak. But now?” Your voice dropped to a whisper. “Now, I’m strong. Stronger than I’ve ever been.”

Mattheo’s face twisted with a mixture of fear and disbelief, his gaze scanning you, trying to reconcile this new version of you with the person he once loved. “You’ve lost it…” His voice broke. “Look at you. You’re turning into a copy of my father…”

Your eyes narrowed, and a low laugh escaped you. “Oh, please. Your father was weak. A shadow of what he could have been.” You leaned in slightly, your breath cold on his ear as you spoke, the words slipping out with chilling confidence. “I’m the villain even Dumbl*dore fears now.”

Mattheo recoiled, shaking his head as if in disbelief, his voice barely a whisper. “I miss the old you…”

The words hit harder than you expected, but you showed no sign of it. Instead, you stared at him with cold eyes, your lips twitching into a smile that never reached your eyes. "Oh, many do. She was easier to k*ll.”

With a final glance, you turned to walk away, your steps measured, confident, and unwavering. As you reached the edge of the courtyard, you threw one last word over your shoulder. “Goodbye, Mattheo. Next time we meet… I won’t be as nice.”