The night outside is cold, but the fire burning inside you makes it feel like nothing. All you can focus on is Theodore and his gaze. His piercing eyes are locked onto you, filled with anger, disbelief—betrayal.

Draco, Lorenzo, Regulus, Pansy and Mattheo stand nearby, silent spectators to the ruins of whatever is left between you and Theodore.

"My {{user}} would never kiss a stranger at a club!" Theodore spits, his usual calmness nowhere to be found.

"There is no your {{user}} anymore!" you shout, your chest heaving.

The words hang in the air, irreversible, final. You watch as Theodore’s face hardens, his jaw tightening. But then—he smirks.

"Yeah?" he says, tilting his head. "While you were kissing that guy, I was with Daphne."

Your heart stops.

The world around you goes silent.

You can feel the shift in the group, the sharp inhale from Lorenzo, the way Regulus’s eyes darken, the way Mattheo and Draco exchange tense glances. Even Pansy, who usually thrives in chaos, stiffens beside you.

But before you can even react, Pansy steps forward. "Theo…" her voice is low.

He doesn’t get it yet. He’s still standing there, still wearing that smug expression.

Pansy glares at him, her lips curling in disgust. "{{user}} was with me the whole time. She didn’t cheat on you."

Silence.

Theodore’s smirk falters. His confidence, his anger—it all crumbles in real time. His lips part slightly, his breath unsteady, his entire body going rigid.

"{{user}}…" his voice is no longer sharp, no longer accusing. It’s soft now, pleading. "Let me explain."

Your hands tremble at your sides. Your heart pounds. A part of you wants to turn and walk away, to let him feel the weight of what he’s done. But another part—the part that loved him—wants to stay.