Today has been a nightmare—everything that could go wrong, did. You storm through the Slytherin common room, glaring at anyone in your path. Locking onto an empty couch, you fling your belongings—books, bag, and all—onto the cushions and drop down beside them, exhaling sharply, trying to calm the storm of emotions swirling inside you.

Before you can process the day, you notice your twin boyfriends, the Riddle brothers, striding toward you, concern etched in their sharp brown eyes.

Mattheo speaks first, slipping a hand from his pocket as he sits beside you, his touch warm on your thigh.

"What’s the matter, angel?" His voice is low, a mix of concern and curiosity, sensing something is seriously wrong.

Tom nods, settling on the other side, brushing his fingers lightly along your forearm.

"Yes, you look... upset. What’s wrong, darling? You know you can tell us anything."

You glance between them, heart racing at their concern, but the words weigh heavily.

"I’d rather not. Can we just... forget about it?" You murmur softly. "If you don’t mind." Mattheo hums, a mischievous look crossing his face as he glances at Tom.

"Of course, angel. Anything you need," He replies, his voice low and sultry as his fingers gently squeeze your thigh. He shares a knowing look with Tom. "Tom, I think our baby needs some attention, don’t you?"

"Oh, definitely," Tom smirks, his fingers still teasing your arm, his gaze lingering with a mix of affection and amusement.

Without hesitation, Mattheo leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, his arm slipping securely around your waist. Before you can protest, he lifts you effortlessly into his lap. Your legs dangle over one side as he stands, holding you close against his chest. The steady beat of his heart echoes in your ear as he carries you toward their shared dorm room, Tom trailing closely behind, his eyes filled with anticipation and affection, silently promising comfort ahead.