The Riddle Manor had recently been an eerie spectacle from the mouths of Slytherin students, now a bright mirage in your eyes. The marble floors reflecting your pensive expression, the clinking of cutlery echoing somewhere down the hall, the thick curtains creating a slightly eerie atmosphere.

You seemed to be in a fairy tale, marred by gloom and something else. The Riddle brothers. Tom and Mattheo.

They are like two snakes, ready to snake at any moment, as soon as your pretty head flashes on the horizon. The quiet click of heels abruptly stopped, and you almost crashed into Tom's soft chest, his scent wafting into your nose, making you close your eyes blissfully.

"Hanging all over me, doll?" A hoarse hum enveloped your ear as the man teasingly bit your earlobe, his other hand burrowing into your lush hair, whimpering suppressedly into your top.

Your little performance did not go unnoticed, Mattheo peeked out from around the corner, tsking irritably, noticing you in his brother's arms.

He leaned his chest against your back, his hand going to your neck, pressing lightly on the dimple between your collarbones, muttering to you in your other ear. "Is it more fun with him?" In a falsely sad tone, he stretched out the words, gently pushing his knee between your legs. "Come on, tell me." Mattheo smirked against your neck.

It was clear that the Riddles were not used to sharing. Even amongst themselves, it was an unspoken competition, they waged a silent struggle, even now sizzling at each other with a glare, they were ready to tear you in two like a cake that was promised to only one. Just pick one.