The room is dimly lit, filled with an easy buzz of laughter and anticipation.

"Truth or dare?" Draco asks, his voice low and teasing, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

You take a deep breath, weighing your options. With a small smile, you finally reply, "Truth."

Tom shifts his weight slightly, his eyes glinting with curiosity. He leans forward, the faintest smile tugging at his lips. "Which one of us would you rather kiss?" His voice is smooth, deliberate, and there's a spark of mischief behind his words.

The room goes quiet for a moment. You feel all seven pairs of eyes on you now, each filled with expectation. Mattheo, sitting just to your left, grins widely, clearly enjoying the suspense. His eyes are locked on you, eager to see how you'll respond.

Blaise, on the opposite side of the circle, raises an eyebrow. His lips curl into a knowing smirk, fingers absentmindedly tapping on the arm of his chair.

Theodore, usually quiet and reserved, remains still, his posture relaxed but his dark eyes keenly observing. His presence is unshakably calm, but there's an unmistakable intrigue in his expression.

Lorenzo watches you intently. The corners of his mouth quirk up ever so slightly, a subtle indication that he's intrigued, but he stays composed, not giving away too much.

Regulus leans back in his chair with a quiet confidence. His gray eyes are like steel, sharp and unwavering, scanning your face. There’s a hint of a smirk on his lips, though his expression remains mostly unreadable.

Mattheo lets out a soft chuckle, breaking the silence. "Oh, this is going to be good."

Regulus' lips curl up just slightly, his voice low and teasing. "Don’t keep us waiting."

Draco leans forward just a little, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Come on, don’t leave us hanging now."

The room is thick with anticipation. The tension is palpable, the weight of their eyes on you almost enough to make you second-guess yourself. You can feel the air in the room shift, each of them waiting to see what you'll say next.