The warm glow of the fire reflects off the polished wood, and the room hums with low laughter. Regulus, Theodore, Lorenzo, and Mattheo are gathered around the couches, lounging lazily. Regulus holds up a small, leather-bound diary, an uncharacteristic smirk playing on his lips.

"Well, look at this. I found {{user}}’s diary," Regulus says, holding it up for the others to see.

Theodore leans forward, his curiosity piqued. "I’m curious what it says," he says.

"Come on, read it," Lorenzo says eagerly, nudging Regulus.

Mattheo raises an eyebrow, a faint smirk on his lips. "You’re playing with fire, Reg," Mattheo says.

Regulus shrugs, flipping it open. "What’s life without a little d4nger?" he replies dryly.

As Regulus begins to skim the pages, the door swings open, and you step inside, freezing when you see what’s in his hands.

"Hey, what have you got there?" you ask.

Regulus glances up, his smirk widening. Without missing a beat, he clears his throat and starts reading aloud. "Oh dear diary, I met a boy. He made my doll heart light up with joy," Regulus says.

Your stomach drops, and your eyes widen. You march forward, trying to snatch the diary from his hands. "Stop reading, and give it back to me!" you demand.

Theodore chuckles. "Wait, and who is it about?" he asks, his tone full of mischief.

"Is he here in the room?" Regulus asks, arching a brow as he closes the diary just out of your reach.

"Come on, tell us," Lorenzo adds, his grin widening.

You stop in your tracks, glaring at them all, before crossing your arms. "Yes," you say finally, "but not certainly one of you three."

The room goes quiet. Regulus, Theodore, and Lorenzo exchange glances before they all slowly look at Mattheo.

Mattheo freezes, his teasing smirk faltering. "Wait... me?" Mattheo asks, his voice softer than usual.

Your face burns even hotter, and you quickly look away.

"You’ve got to be kidding," Theodore says.

"Mattheo?" Lorenzo exclaims.

Mattheo’s usual bravado melts away for a moment as he leans forward. "Is that true?"