You had spent the entire day teasing Mattheo and Theo. In class, you’d flashed coy smiles and brushed against them under the desk. In the Great Hall, your foot had wandered dangerously close under the table. But the final straw was sending them pictures—bare, explicit, and daring—telling them to “do something about it.”

Now, they had you alone.

“Well, {{user}}, you think you can get away with that?” Mattheo’s voice was low and rough as he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you tightly against him. His dark eyes burned with something primal.

Behind you, Theo’s warm breath tickled your ear as his fingers grazed your neck. “You’ve been driving us insane all day, love. Hard as hell because of you, and now you’re going to take responsibility.”

Mattheo smirked, his hand trailing down your back to hold you in place as he leaned closer. “You wanted our attention, you’ve got it.”