The music wrapped around the party, and under flickering lights, you found yourself in an unexpected situation. Your lips first met Theodore’s, intense, as if he had been waiting for that moment all night. Still feeling the heat of that kiss, you turned, and Mattheo pulled you toward him, with a kiss that burned in an entirely different way. The taste of chaos flooded your thoughts.

Since that night, reality became confusing. You knew you liked them both, but you had never imagined having to choose between them. Both were important in a way you couldn’t fully understand. How could you choose?

Mattheo and Theodore, on the other hand, didn’t seem as affected by the situation as you were. They exchanged looks, and instead of competing, something else had emerged. The idea of sharing you grew between them, without words, only glances of complicity.

Days later, you found yourself alone with both of them in a quieter room, far from the distractions of the party. They approached slowly, as if sharing an unspoken decision. Mattheo was the first to speak, his voice low but filled with an intention that made your heart race.

“We have something to propose…” Theodore murmured, his eyes locking onto yours. And then, they both moved a little closer, leaving the words hanging in the air, filling the silence with a possibility you hadn’t yet dared to imagine.