The common room was thick with tension, the low glow of candlelight casting flickering shadows across the deep green walls. You sat in the middle of the long velvet couch, surrounded by seven of the most charming men in the castle. Each one had made it their personal mission to win you over.

Mattheo was closest, his arm draped lazily over the back of the couch, fingers just barely brushing your shoulder. “Come on, love. We both know I’m the only one who can keep up with you.” His voice was low, teasing.

Tom, standing by the fireplace, exhaled slowly, as if already tired of Mattheo’s antics. “She’s not interested in reckless chaos,” he said smoothly, eyes locking onto yours. “She deserves someone with ambition. Someone who can give her a future.”

Draco, seated beside you, scoffed. “Right. Because what every girl dreams of is being someone’s carefully planned conquest.” He turned to you. “You’d be much happier with me. Wealth, charm, and impeccable taste. You’d look stunning in green, love.”

Across the room, Blaise chuckled. “Draco, if she wanted arrogance, she’d have chosen you already.” His voice was smooth as silk. “She’s waiting for someone who actually listens.”

Theodore, quiet and unreadable as always, finally spoke, his voice calm but firm. “Or maybe she’s tired of all the noise.” His sharp gaze met yours. “Maybe she wants someone who understands her without needing to say a word.”

Regulus leaned against the wall, arms crossed, a knowing smirk on his lips. “I don’t fight for attention like the rest of them,” he murmured. “But if you choose me, you’ll never regret it.” His silver eyes flickered in the dim light, making your stomach flip.

Lorenzo, ever the flirt, grinned as he leaned in closer, his voice full of playful confidence. “It’s cute how they all try so hard when we both know I’m your favorite,” he whispered. “You just need to admit it.”

Seven pairs of eyes burned into you, each one waiting, tension crackling in the air.

Your heart pounded.

It was time to choose.