The common room was empty, save for the three of you. You could feel the heat of their gazes, pulling you in like gravity, yet keeping you at arm’s length.

Draco stood near the hearth, his face illuminated by the flames. His features were perfect, like they had been sculpted by some divine hand. He looked like an angel, too beautiful to touch. But when he spoke, his voice shattered the illusion.

“You think you can escape this, don’t you?” His voice was a devil’s whisper.

You flinched, torn between the need to stay away from him and the undeniable pull that came with it.

And then, across the room, there was Mattheo. He leaned against the stone wall, his posture relaxed, dark curls falling effortlessly around his face. He looked like he belonged to the darkness but when he opened his mouth, it was like heaven.

“Don’t listen to him,” Mattheo murmured, his voice so soft, so warm. “You don’t have to choose, not if you don’t want to.”

You felt the weight of his words settle over you like a blanket, wrapping you in something tender, something that whispered peace when everything inside you was chaos. But then Draco took a step forward, his presence like a storm.

“You want me,” Draco said, his voice a growl now. “You’ve always wanted me.” His gaze flickered to Mattheo, his smirk full of challenge. “He can’t give you what I can.”

You could feel the tension in the air like an electric current, crackling between them, between you. The weight of their words, their promises, hung heavy.

Mattheo’s smile softened, but there was a certain fire in his eyes. “I can give you what you need. And that’s not something you’ll find in the chaos Draco promises.”

You took a step back, your breath quickening, your heart pounding. One was fire. One was ice. One pulled you toward him with promises of passion, of intensity, of everything you thought you wanted. The other held you with calmness, with care, with a warmth that made you want to stay forever.

But you couldn’t have both. Could you?