Mattheo approaches you in the common room and leans in close, his voice low and authoritative, "Meet me in my room in 10 minutes."

You blink, taken aback. "Excuse me?" you ask, but he only smirked and shot you a wink before walking away. As you begin to gather your things to leave, Tom's sharp voice cuts through the air.

"Don't you even dare." You turn to face him, heart pounding. "My room. NOW," Tom demands, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your stomach flip.

Caught between their commands, you feel the weight of their expectations bearing down on you. You mutter under your breath, "I can't do this anymore," feeling the pressure of being torn between two powerful figures.

With a deep breath, you try to gather your thoughts, wondering how you ended up in this impossible situation. Tom's commanding presence doesn’t falter as he continues to watch you, waiting for your next move.