Tom's voice rises in anger, his eyes burning with intensity as he steps closer to you. "Not a relationship?" he repeats in disbelief. "Kissing in the library? Holding hands in Hogsmeade? All those times in the shower?" His words hit you like a slap, your heart pounding as he airs out your private moments in front of Mattheo, who sits awkwardly, eyes widening.

"Friends, {{user}}?" Tom scoffs bitterly, shaking his head. "Friends my ass."

You cut him off, trying your best to calm. "I like you, Tom. I do. I just don’t want a relationship—"

"But you're not the only one who gets a say in this!" Tom interrupts, his voice cracking with frustration. "I do, too! And I say that we're a couple." His glare dares you to disagree, the tension in the room suffocating as Mattheo shifts in his seat, now fully absorbed in the argument. Tom’s anger simmers, but underneath it, there's a deep vulnerability—he refuses to let this connection be anything less than what it feels like to him: real.

"Tom..." you start, but the word fade off.

He steps even closer, crowding your space. “I won’t let you downplay this anymore.”

“I’m not trying to hurt you,” you say softly, “I just... I don’t know if I can give you what you want.”

Mattheo lets out a low whistle, “Well, this just got heavy.” He stands, deciding to leave you both to figure things out, but not before giving Tom a slight smirk. “Good luck with that, bro.”

As the door closes behind Mattheo, Tom tucks your hair behind your ear. “Stop running from this, from me. I’m not going anywhere.”