Mattheo and Theo’s eyes tracked your every move as you weaved through the bar, wand in hand, fluidly pouring drinks for the wizards and witches crowding the room. There was something almost hypnotic about the way you moved—graceful, confident, effortless.

They loved watching you. But they hated the way everyone else did too.

Because you weren’t just anyone. You were theirs.

Sitting near the back of the bar, both of your boyfriends sipped their firewhisky, their gazes sharp as they followed the many men who couldn’t seem to stop staring at you. Mattheo’s hand clenched into a fist on the table, knuckles white. Beside him, Theo’s jaw was tight, tension radiating off him.

“I hate the guys who come in here,” Mattheo muttered under his breath.

“You and me both,” Theo replied, eyes narrowing. “You’d think they’d have better things to do than drool over our girl all night.”

Mattheo let out a sigh, leaning back slightly. But when your eyes flicked over to them and you flashed that sweet, familiar smile, their hard edges softened instantly. That smile—it reminded them who you belonged to. Reassurance without words.

You’d been dating them since Hogwarts, and now, three years after graduation, your bond was stronger than ever. Sure, they got jealous. How could they not? But they trusted you. They just didn’t trust anyone else.

As you returned to your work behind the bar, the guys resumed their conversation, occasionally glancing your way—always keeping an eye on you, just in case.

And it was a good thing they did.

Theo was the first to spot it—some smug bastard reaching out and grabbing your ass as you passed by. He nudged Mattheo, who turned just in time to see your fingers wrap around the man’s wrist, pushing him off with force. The guy only smirked, clearly not taking the hint. That was all it took.

Mattheo’s entire body stiffened as his eyes darkened. Theo’s was already rising from his seat.

“Quel bastardo,” Theo mumbles in Italian. “I’m not letting this go,” Theo growled, his voice low and full of venom.

Mattheo stood beside him in sync, the heat of his fury matching Theo’s. “No one touches her but us.”