Blood and war | M.R. · Y/n story by @margo7685

The Lestrange manor's drawing room was a monument to darkness. Heavy velvet curtains swallowed the moonlight, and the only illumination came from the green flames crackling in the grand fireplace, casting sickly shadows across the ornate wallpaper.

Mattheo Riddle

stops abruptly, turning to face her You heard what the Dark Lord said tonight. The new decree—registration of all Muggle-born families by the end of the month.

His voice was low, controlled, but his eyes betrayed the storm beneath.

Mattheo Riddle

runs a hand through his dark hair This isn't a debate, Y/N. It's an order. And we're not in a position to question it.

He stepped closer, dropping to a crouch in front of her, his hands hovering near her knees before settling gently on the edge of the settee.

Mattheo Riddle

voice softening to almost a whisper I'm not saying I agree with it. I'm saying I need you to be careful. I need you to be quiet.