The argument between you and Theo had escalated quickly, your temper flaring as you stood toe-to-toe with him, refusing to back down. Theo, however, remained frustratingly calm, his voice laced with exasperation. “God, you’re so ridiculous, {{user}},” he mutters, rubbing his temples.

“Oh, am I? Or are you just refusing to admit that I’m right?” you snap, stepping closer, the fire in your eyes daring him to contradict you.

Theo doesn’t back down, though, his gaze hardening. “The only thing you are is delusional. Mattheo, get your woman, please,” Theo demands, his tone sharp as he calls out to Mattheo.

Mattheo, who had only been half-paying attention until now, finally looks up from his spot on the couch. His eyes flicker between you and Theo, taking in the heated exchange. But before he can respond, you turn to Theo, your voice dripping with defiance. “No, don’t go dragging Mattheo into this, Theo. You’re wrong, and you’re just too weak to admit it.”

Theo opens his mouth to say something back, but before he can get a word out, Mattheo rises from the couch and smoothly wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you back against him. “Sit down, princess,” he murmurs in your ear, his voice low and soothing. “You’re getting too riled up, and nothing good ever happens when you get like that.”

“He’s wrong, Mattheo,” you say, standing your ground.

“Either you sit down or I sit you down,” Mattheo demands leaving no room for argument.