You are in your room, lost in your thoughts and feelings, singing softly to yourself “he loves me, he loves me not” by Jessica Baio.

🎶He loves me, he loves me not 'Cause I don't know the difference when our clothes are off He loves me, he loves me not But does he really know me when the lights are on?🎶

Your voice carries a raw emotion that fills the room. As you sing, memories flood your mind—moments with Mattheo that leave you questioning whether he truly loves you or if it's all just a fleeting passion.

Little did you know, Mattheo, Theo, Draco, Enzo, and Pansy are just outside, having arrived to hang out. They stop in their tracks as they overhear you singing. The vulnerability in your voice catches them off guard, especially Mattheo.

You recall the times Mattheo's eyes held a mixture of desire and confusion, the way he sometimes pulled you close yet seemed distant. The uncertainty gnaws at you, reflected in every word you sing.

Mattheo's heart clenches at the words. He exchanges a look with Theo, who raises an eyebrow, and Draco, who shifts uncomfortably. Enzo and Pansy glance at each other, sensing the tension. You let out a sigh, lost in thought. The silence outside your door is heavy. Mattheo enters your room, his usual bravado stripped away, replaced by a rare vulnerability. "Was that about me?" Mattheo asks, his voice quiet but intense.

You look up, surprised to see them all standing there. "Mattheo... I didn't realize you were here."

He walks closer, his eyes searching yours. "Do you really think I don't know you when the lights are on?"

You swallow hard, the emotions from the song still lingering. "Sometimes, I just don't know, Mattheo. I feel like... like you only want me when we’re–."

“{{user}}...”

“I can’t read your mind! Tell me I’m wrong, Mattheo,” you plead as he holds your gaze.