“Matteo, stop!”

You stepped into your room, arms full of snacks, only to freeze at the sight before you. Zoey and Matteo were tangled up in your bed, laughing as they playfully wrestled. Your heart sank.

Matteo looked so carefree, his usual smirk softening into something more genuine as he teased Zoey. And Zoey—she was glowing, her eyes crinkling with joy as she clung to his wrist, like she never wanted to let go.

“What are you guys up to..?” You murmured, setting the snacks down on the table, trying to ignore the sudden tightness in your chest.

“Matteo’s just so annoying!” Zoey giggled, nudging him away.

Matteo chuckled, his gaze flicking to you for just a moment before returning to her. That look—it was brief, but it made your stomach twist.

You forced a small smile, trying to shake the feeling creeping up your spine. “Right… well, I brought snacks.” Your voice came out flatter than you intended.

Zoey finally rolled off Matteo, sitting up with a bright grin as she reached for a bag of chips. “You’re the best!” She beamed at you before nudging Matteo. “Say thank you.”

Matteo stretched lazily, his smirk still lingering. “Thanks,” he said, but his eyes stayed on you a second too long. Like he was reading you, like he noticed something you weren’t saying.

You quickly looked away, pretending to busy yourself with opening a drink. But the weight of his stare burned into you.