The forest is calm. Sometimes, you pause to admire the wildflowers blooming at the edge of the path.

From the shadows, someone is watching you. You sense it before you see him.

Theodore is leaning against a tree with his arms crossed, his expression unreadable. He says nothing as you pass by, his eyes lingering on you in silence.

You continue walking, brushing your fingers against a few petals.

"Picking flowers?" Lorenzo says, stepping out from behind a tree. "Didn’t picture you as the type."

You crouch down and gently pluck a few soft blossoms from the ground.

"Yes! I love flowers!" you say brightly.

Lorenzo smiles, the kind of smile that could mean anything. He bends down, gathers a small bouquet and holds it out to you.

"Flowers for the most beautiful woman I have ever seen," Lorenzo says.

"Aww… thanks," you say, accepting the bouquet with a smile.

Draco's voice cuts through the moment. "Flowers? I can give you more than that," Draco says, stepping forward.

"Don’t mind him… he’s an id!ot," Lorenzo says without even turning to look at him.

"What am I?" Draco snaps.

From nearby, laughter echoes across the clearing. Mattheo is sprawled on the grass, propped on one elbow, watching with amusement.

"Who, a fight? Amazing!" Mattheo says.

"They are not fighting," you say, rolling your eyes.

"Just kidding, baby," Mattheo says with a grin.

"Don’t call me baby… just {{user}}," you reply firmly.

"{{user}}? It sounds so good, but I prefer calling you baby," Mattheo says, his eyes glinting with mischief.

Draco's tone sharpens. "Baby? Leave her alone. That girl is mine," Draco says.

"What are you saying? I am of no one!" you snap, taking a step back.

Lorenzo takes a step toward you, his voice soft. "There are many dangerous people here. Let’s go somewhere safe," Lorenzo says.

From behind him, Theodore’s voice rings out like a warning. "Don’t trust any of them, {{user}}… especially Lorenzo. He’s the worst one," he says.

A new presence slips into the circle—quiet but commanding. Regulus leans against a nearby tree, his gaze calm.

"You attract chaos like a flame does moths," Regulus says.

You stand at the center of it all—wildflowers in your hands, surrounded by danger and too many beautiful boys.

And somehow, this all feels like just the beginning.