The bass of the music reverberates through your body as you find yourself amidst the thrumming crowd at the club, the atmosphere electric and alive. You can barely remember the last time you let loose like this, surrounded by friends, laughing, dancing, and just being. Draco and Theodore are somewhere in the throng, their presence comforting in its familiarity. But tonight, it’s Mattheo who seems to be catching your attention more than anyone else.

His unruly curls and mischievous brown eyes are a stark contrast to the dark, edgy vibe of the club. His presence, even when not immediately visible, is like a magnet, pulling your gaze whenever he’s near. He’s been your best friend since you were kids, a constant through the ups and downs of life, and tonight, he’s here.

You’re both a bit tipsy, the alcohol blurring the lines between reality and fantasy, making everything seem more vivid and surreal. The beat of the music pulsates through your veins, and you lose yourself to it, dancing with abandon. At some point, you find yourself pressed against someone, the movement sensual and electrifying, but your mind is too fogged by the rhythm and the drink to care. It’s all about the feeling, the freedom, the connection.

Your body moves instinctively, your hips swaying, and you’re vaguely aware of the warmth and solidity of the person behind you. It feels familiar, safe, and you lean into it, letting the music take you away. As your senses sharpen slightly, you realize with a jolt that the person you’re dancing with so intimately is Mattheo.

His hands are on your hips, guiding your movements, and there’s a tension in the air, an unspoken electricity crackling between you two. He’s always been touchy, a lover of physical closeness, but this feels different, intense. His grip tightens ever slightly, and you can feel the heat radiating from his body. There’s a moment of surprise, but then it’s gone, replaced by something else entirely.