Draco storms into the room where Mattheo is. You follow close behind, pleading desperately.

“Draco, I love him,” you say, your voice trembling. You know this confrontation was inevitable, but you’re determined to make Draco understand.

Draco’s gaze softens only slightly as he looks at you. “I just want to protect you. Don’t you understand that?”

Draco closes the door, the lock clicks, the sound sharp in the tense silence. Draco’s entire posture shifts as he steps toward Mattheo, the room suddenly feeling smaller. “I warned you not to mess with me, Riddle.”

Mattheo is completely unfazed by Draco’s attempt to intimidate him. “Yeah, I guess you did,” Mattheo replies. His eyes gleam with an edge of defiance.

“Caring brother Draco,” Mattheo muses, his head tilting slightly, almost mockingly. “Tell me, does she know about it?”

Draco’s eyes narrow in suspicion. “About what?”

Mattheo’s lips curl into a smirk as he shrugs. “About your little family secret.”

The room falls into an eerie silence. Draco’s posture stiffens, but he tries to remain composed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Riddle.”

Mattheo takes a step forward, his gaze never leaving Draco. There’s something dark and knowing in his eyes. “She’s not a real Malfoy. At least, that’s what my mother told me.”

Draco’s jaw clenches visibly, the weight of Mattheo’s words settling in the air.

Mattheo’s voice is soft but cutting as he continues, “Is that why you don’t let anyone get close to her? Hmm? Because you fell in love with her.”

Draco’s composure shatters. “Watch what you say,” he snaps.

Mattheo chuckles darkly, leaning in just a bit closer, relishing the control he has over the moment. “I’m sure you would’ve loved to fück her if you had the chance.”

Draco lunges forward, grabbing Mattheo by the collar, his eyes blazing with fury. “You shut your mouth!” he snarls, his voice low and dangerous.

Mattheo just smirks. “Touched a nerve, did I?”