Tom bursts into Mattheo’s room expecting to see you still held captive from the annual House Wars, but you are nowhere to be found.

“Where’s {{user}},” Tom immediately asks when he doesn’t see you.

All eyes fall on Mattheo, waiting for him to explain. “She got away.”

"How did {{user}} get away?" Tom demands.

"I let her go," Mattheo says with zero hesitation.

Tom’s brow arches slowly. "You what?"

"I let her go," Mattheo repeats. "Because things got… weird."

Draco glances over at Blaise, who’s already smirking.

"I had her cornered," Mattheo continues, waving a hand as if painting the scene. "We were fighting. It was a normal altercation."

ReguIus tilts his head, while Enzo leans in, trying to stifle a grin.

"And then," Mattheo says, pausing dramatically, "my hand ends up around her throat."

Blaise whistles low under his breath, but Mattheo isn’t finished.

"She looks me dead in my pupils—into my soul—and says, ‘Harder.’"

The room falls silent for a beat before Enzo snorts, trying hard not to crack up.

"And I’m looking at her like, ‘Excuse me?’" Mattheo finishes, throwing his hands up.

That’s all it takes for Theo to lose it. He doubles over, laughing so hard he can barely get the words out. "You mean to tell me that the RiddIe everyone fears got completely undone by a little dirty talk?"

The entire room erupts into laughter, except for Tom.

"You let her go," Tom repeats.

Mattheo, unfazed, shrugs. "What did you expect me to do? She made it weird."

Draco tries to stifle another laugh, earning a sharp glare from Tom. But Blaise isn’t even trying to hide his amusement, his shoulders shaking as he chuckles.

"We’re supposed to be winning this war, not getting seduced mid-battle," Tom snaps.

Mattheo’s grin never wavers. "She wasn’t seducing me, Tom. She was psychologically manipulating me." He pauses, smirking wider. "And I have to admit… it was impressive."

“Find {{user}} NOW!” Tom demands as Mattheo quickly begins to search the dungeons for you.