Draco strides confidently toward Mattheo, a teasing grin on his face. “Hey Riddle, how’s my girl doing?” he asks, clearly amused by the playful rivalry.

Mattheo gives him a look of concern, his brow furrowed. “Take her back, Malfoy. She’s driving me cra—” He starts, the words spilling out in a frustrated rush.

But before he can finish, Tom interjects, stepping in with an air of authority. “I’m handling her just fine.”

The atmosphere shifts instantly, the playful banter fading as Mattheo’s eyes narrow at Tom, caught off guard by his interruption. “What do you mean, ‘handling’ her?” he asks.

Draco, sensing the tension, raises an eyebrow and leans against the wall, clearly entertained by the drama between them. “You two need to chill out,” he chuckles. “It’s not like we’re in a competition here.”

Tom crosses his arms, his expression cool and confident. “Maybe not a competition, but she’s with me now,” he states, a slight challenge in his voice.

Mattheo takes a step forward, his frustration bubbling to the surface. “With you? You think you can just swoop in and—”

“Gentlemen, let’s not forget who she chose in the first place,” Draco interjects, trying to defuse the situation. “All I’m saying is, maybe you both should take a step back and let her make her own decisions.”

Tom smirks. “She’s not some prize to be won, Mattheo,” he adds, his gaze steady. “But let it be known that I know what she wants.”

Tom catches sight of you as you make your way down the stairs. "And who she wants is me."