You drag Mattheo by the sleeve into a secluded corner in a dark corridor, your heart pounding louder than the footsteps echoing down the stone hallway. You glance around nervously before turning to face him.

"Why do we have to hide here?" Mattheo asks in frustration. "Reggie can know about us."

You shake your head. "Stop, Mattheo. This was a one-time thing. I belong to Reggie."

He scoffs, his lips curling into a bitter smile. "I could be a better boyfriend than him," he says, his eyes scanning your face, searching for any sign that you feel the same. "I could do the shït he never did."

You step back, creating a small distance between the two of you. "Let it go, Mattheo," you say firmly. "There will never be an us."

But Mattheo doesn’t let you go that easily. He grabs the hem of your shirt, tugging you back toward him with a force that leaves you breathless. His voice drops, low and almost teasing, as his hands slide down to your waist. "Think I’m gonna steal you from him."

His face is close now, so close you can feel his breath on your skin. He leans in, his lips just a whisper away from yours. And that’s when you see him—ReguIus, walking down the corridor, his gaze locking onto the two of you.

Panic floods through you, and you quickly step back, pulling away from Mattheo’s grasp. Mattheo follows your eyes and turns, catching sight of Regulus standing there.