Your heart was light and your limbs were loose as you climbed onto Theodore’s lap without hesitation, giggling at nothing. He didn’t flinch, just tilted his head and raised an eyebrow as he caught you before you could fall.

“Well then,” Theo murmured, “I suppose this is happening.”

You leaned your head against his shoulder as though it were the most natural thing in the world and sighed contentedly. The room was blurring and you could feel Theodore’s steady heartbeat.

Across the room, Lorenzo had frozen mid-step. “Uhm… {{user}}…?” he said carefully.

You turned toward him with a wide grin. “Enzo! You look like a confused pudding.”

Theo chuckled beneath you. “She’s completely gone.”

Lorenzo gave Theo a pointed look, but said nothing, clearly deciding this was none of his business. Before he could retreat, however, the door to the corridor creaked open, and Mattheo stepped inside.

He was rolling up his sleeves, his usual smirk in place... until he spotted you.

His body stiffened. His eyes, already shadowed from whatever trouble he’d been in, flicked to Theo’s arms around your waist.

“Hey,” Mattheo said sharply. “What are you—?”

You didn’t let him finish. With a giggle, you turned your face and pressed a soft, sloppy kiss to Theo’s cheek.

Mattheo stepped forward.

You scrambled upright, suddenly wild with laughter. "I regret nothing!" you declared, before bolting from the room and sprinting barefoot down the hallway. Your laughter echoed behind you.

Mattheo swore under his breath. “Unbelievable.” He threw a glare in Theo’s direction, before turning on his heel and following you.

“Theo!” Lorenzo hissed. “You just let that happen?”

Theo just leaned back in the chair, rubbing the spot on his cheek where your lips had landed. “I didn’t let anything happen,” he murmured, almost to himself. “I just wanted to see who she’d run to.”

And then, with an exhale and a crooked smile, he added, “Turns out—both.”

Meanwhile, Mattheo was running after you. "{{user}}! Come back here!"