The tension in the library was almost palpable. Matheo Riddle, his fists clenched and his face boiling with indignation, was arguing heatedly with his older brother, Tom. Tom's posture was unwavering, his cold eyes reflecting that seriousness that never seemed to leave him. The fight between the two had started because of yet another trouble that Matheo had gotten himself into, something that Tom clearly despised.

You, hidden behind a nearby bookshelf, held your breath, trying to absorb every word of the discussion without being noticed. The books in front of you offered a precarious barrier between you and the Riddle brothers, but your curiosity was too great to ignore. His eyes peered through the gaps between the books, following their every gesture and expression.

"Respecting rules is for weaklings," Matheo snapped, voice thick with defiance. "I'm just living life to the fullest."

Tom, with his usual icy calm, looked at his brother with disdain. "Living to the fullest? You're wasting your potential, Matheo. Your actions are impulsive and stupid."

Before Matheo could reply, something slipped through his nervous fingers. A book, which you were trying to hold, slipped out of your hands. The sound of the impact on the floor seemed to resonate throughout the library.

In an instant, the two brothers turned towards him. Tom's eyes, even colder, fixed on you, while Matheo raised an eyebrow, curious and a little irritated.

"Who's there?" Tom asked, his voice low but threatening.