You are standing by the stone fountain, laughing softly at something the boy next to you says. He is handsome, brown hair, blue eyes. A nice smile. But nothing compared to the butterfly you still feel when you look at Mattheo, even though you have broken up.

The boy, Ethan, has been flirting for a while now - brushing his fingers against yours, leaning just a little too close - but you don't stop him. Maybe part of you wants to see if Mattheo notices. If he still cares. You look at him from time to time, trying to understand, but Mattheo doesn't react.

At least not yet.

A few feet away, Hermione sits on the bench next to Mattheo, a book on her lap, though she is clearly not reading it. She watches the scene unfold, then nudges Mattheo with her elbow.

"Mattheo," she says in a low voice. "Someone is flirting with {{user}}."

Mattheo barely looks up, his jaw clenching. "We broke up, Hermione. I don't care who she's talking to." He refuses to look at you with Ethan.

Hermione isn’t convinced. She glances back toward you, her eyes widening slightly. "He’s grabbing her waist. Are you sure-"

Mattheo tenses but doesn't move. His fingers curl into fists, knuckles white. He exhales sharply and shakes his head, as if telling himself not to react. He's trying his best to let you go, but he's clearly not doing a very good job.

Then Hermione freezes. Her breath hitches.

"Mattheo…" she whispers. "He’s leaning in for a kiss."

Mattheo snaps.

He is on his feet in an instant. His eyes are fixed on the scene before him, something dangerous burning behind them. He stalks forward, his steps swift, purposeful. Ethan barely has time to react before Mattheo is there, pushing him back a step with a firm hand on his chest.

"Okay, motherf/ker," Mattheo growls. "Now you’ve got my attention."