You stand in front of Mattheo, arms crossed, your frustration boiling over.

"Do you ever take anything seriously?" you snap. "It's always some excuse, some joke. Merlin forbid you actually own up to your mistakes for once!"

Mattheo, leaning casually against the back of the sofa, rolls his eyes. His usual cocky smirk is firmly in place, but there’s a flicker of irritation in his dark eyes. "Oh, come on. You're blowing this out of proportion. It's not a big deal—"

"Not a big deal?" you interrupt. "You disappeared for hours without so much as a word! And then you come back smelling like her perfume. Do you think I’m stupid, Mattheo?"

His posture stiffens, the playful glint in his eyes replaced by something darker. "Jeez, Pansy, calm down!"

The words hang in the air like a curse.

Your entire body goes cold. For a moment, you just stare at him.

Mattheo’s smirk vanishes. His mouth opens, then closes. His confidence, so infuriatingly unshakable moments ago, crumbles. "Wait, I didn’t mean—"

But you don’t let him finish. The pieces fall into place with a brutal, gut-wrenching clarity. "You’re cheating on me," you whisper, your voice low but steady. "I knew it."

Mattheo pales, his carefree façade breaking apart like glass. "No! It’s not what you think!" he blurts, stepping forward, his hands outstretched as if to physically pull you back from the edge. "I swear, it’s not—she doesn’t mean anything to me!"

You take a step back, keeping the distance between you. "Don’t you dare try to lie to me now, Mattheo. You just called me her name. Her name."

"I—" He falters, panic flashing across his face. "It was a mistake, I wasn’t thinking—"

"No, you weren’t thinking," you snap, your anger boiling over. "You weren’t thinking about me. About us. You were too busy sneaking around with Pansy to even care."

"Listen to me!" he pleads, his voice rising in desperation. "It didn’t mean anything! I was stupid, okay? It was one mistake—"

But you turn on your heel, leaving him standing there.