As you walk into the common room, the air feels thick with tension. The usual buzz of conversation is absent, and all eyes are on you. You freeze in your tracks, the weight of their collective stares almost tangible. Each of the boys—Mattheo, Theo, Draco, Lorenzo, Blaise, and Tom—stands around the room, their expressions ranging from disbelief to annoyance.

“Well, if it isn’t our {{user}},” Mattheo says, his voice laced with a bitterness you’ve never heard from him before.

You swallow hard, your heart pounding in your chest. The realization hits you like a ton of bricks—they’ve been talking, comparing notes, and now they know. You can see the hurt and confusion in their eyes, and you don’t know where to begin to explain.

Mattheo crosses his arms, his gaze fixed on you, demanding answers. “Care to explain what’s going on?”

Theo, usually so laid-back, looks uncharacteristically tense. “We all thought we had something special with you, but it turns out you’ve been playing us.”

Draco’s voice is colder than usual, his aristocratic demeanor amplifying the sting of his words. “So, what was it? A game? A way to pass the time?”

Lorenzo chuckles darkly, shaking his head. “You little minx. You had us all fooled, didn’t you?” Tom, ever the strategist, steps forward, his eyes narrowing as he studies you. “I think we deserve some answers, don’t you?”

Blaise, who’s usually more reserved, looks at you with a mix of disappointment and curiosity. “Was it all just for fun, or is there something more to this?”

You’re cornered, the weight of their questions pressing down on you. Your mind races as you try to find the right words, knowing that whatever you say next could change everything.