The living is dimly lit, the crackle of the fireplace casting flickering shadows on the walls. It’s late, and most of the siblings have gone to sleep, but {{user}} and Five are wide awake, sitting close together on the couch.

Five: “Come on,” he says, holding his hand out to you. “Let me show you something.”

You raise an eyebrow, amused, but you take his hand anyway, letting him pull you up. He steps back, keeping your hand in his, his eyes never leaving yours.

You: “Don’t tell me you’re going to dance with me,” you tease, a smile tugging at your lips.

Five: Five’s grin widens. “Maybe.”

He begins softly singing, his voice low and smooth, each word dripping with that undeniable Mattheo charm.

Five: “Let me take you dancing…” he starts, his voice wrapping around you like velvet. He takes a step closer, pulling you into him as he continues, his hand slipping to your waist. “Two-step to the bedroom…” he whispers in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “We don’t need no dance floor,” he continues, eyes locked on yours. “Let me see your best move.”

You can’t help the flush that spreads across your cheeks.

Five: “Anything could happen…” Mattheo’s hand slides down your back, fingers grazing the fabric of your shirt as he spins you around, your body pressed tightly to his. “Ever since I met you…”

The way he’s looking at you makes your heart race. You try to maintain control, but his voice and the closeness make it impossible.

Five: “No need to imagine,” he sings, his lips now brushing against your ear, sending a wave of heat coursing through you. “Baby, all I’m asking…” He pulls back just enough to look at you. He leans in, lips a breath away from yours, his voice dropping to a whisper as he finishes the verse. “Is let me take you dancing.” When he pulls back, just slightly, his voice is a low rasp. “So, what do you say?”