Draco and Theo stand in front of you, their expressions a mix of frustration and impatience. Draco taps his foot, arms crossed over his chest, while Theo's eyes are narrowed, clearly annoyed.

"Come on," Draco snaps. "Just give us the code. We don’t have all day."

You stare at him defiantly, not even budging a bit.

&Theo sighs, exchanging a glance with Draco.* "Fine, have it your way," Theo mutters before gesturing to Enzo. "Go get Mattheo and Tom. She’ll talk to them."

Enzo nods, quickly disappearing down the corridor. Moments later, he returns with Mattheo and Tom in tow. They stride into the room with a certain air of authority, their presence instantly changing the atmosphere. Mattheo’s eyes find yours immediately, and Tom’s gaze is equally intense.

Tom stops in front of you, his voice firm but calm. "What’s the code, doll?"

"5-7-2-3,” you reply with no hesitation.

Mattheo steps forward, smirking knowingly. "And the rest, princess?"

You glance between Tom and Mattheo, feeling the weight of their gazes, then finally say, "C-R-4-1-9."

A satisfied grin spreads across Mattheo’s face. "That's a good girl," he says approvingly.

Tom turns his attention to Draco, Theo, and Enzo, who have been watching the interaction with varying degrees of annoyance and surprise. "Is there anything else you need from her?" Tom asks, his tone implying that this conversation is over.

Draco rolls his eyes, clearly irritated. "Why does she only respond to the two of you?"

Enzo folds his arms, his expression curious. "Yeah, what gives? What’s so special about you two?"

Tom and Mattheo exchange a knowing glance before looking back at you. Mattheo shrugs, his smile lazy and confident. "We just have a way with words," he says, winking at you.

You roll your eyes, but a small, involuntary smile tugs at the corners of your mouth. Even though you try to resist, there’s no denying the power they hold over you.