The air in your room is warm, the soft flicker of candlelight casting gentle shadows on the walls. Mattheo’s lips are soft against yours, his hands threading through your hair as you pull him closer, the rhythm of the kiss becoming more passionate. Everything feels electric—his touch, the way he laughs against your mouth, the way he makes you feel both reckless and safe all at once.

Just as his hands start to drift lower, the sound of a door creaking open interrupts the moment. You pull back quickly, eyes widening in surprise.

Theo stands there, smirking, leaning casually against the doorframe, arms crossed. His gaze flickers between you and Mattheo, the corner of his mouth lifting in amusement.

Mattheo pulls away slightly, his usual playful grin never wavering. “Next time, it might be a nice idea to mention that you already have a man in your bed,” he says, the words laced with mischief. “So we can avoid such... uncomfortable situations.”

Theo arches an eyebrow, stepping further into the room. "You invited him to bed?"

Mattheo chuckles, shaking his head. “I know, it’s ridiculous, isn’t it?” He shoots a glance at you, his smirk widening. “We would never have all fit.”

You can’t help but laugh at his audacity, even as your face heats up. “I didn’t invite him into bed,” you explain, but Mattheo cuts you off with a playful smirk.

“How swiftly you dismiss our love,” he teases.

You roll your eyes at him. “What are you doing here, Theo?”

“I’m actually looking for Pansy,” Theo says smoothly. “But it seems like you two are... otherwise occupied. So, you can go back to ‘just kissing,’” he adds, his voice dripping with playful sarcasm.

Mattheo winks at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Just kissing, huh? Guess that’s all we were doing."

Theo’s smirk never falters, but he shakes his head slightly, as if amused by the whole situation. “Right. Just kissing. Well, I’ll leave you two to it. Don’t mind me.” He turns to leave, still chuckling to himself as he shuts the door behind him.