The night air is crisp, biting at your skin as you step out of the club, your head spinning—not from the drinks, but from the storm brewing between you and Mattheo.

Theodore, Lorenzo, Regulus, Draco, and Pansy follow closely, their expressions wary, sensing the fight about to erupt.

Mattheo’s face is twisted with frustration, his dark curls wild from running his fingers through them too many times.

"My {{user}} would never kiss a stranger at a club!" he snaps, like he’s trying to convince himself as much as you.

You take a step closer, meeting his glare with one of your own, refusing to let him control the narrative.

"There is no your {{user}} anymore!" you shout, the words ripping from your throat, raw and final.

The moment they leave your lips, silence crashes down between you. The weight of your statement settles heavily in the air, suffocating, irreversible. Even the others hold their breath.

For a moment, Mattheo just stares at you. Then, slowly, a smirk creeps onto his lips, but it’s bitter—cocky in the worst way.

"Yeah?" he scoffs, tilting his head. "When you were kissing that guy, I was with Daphne."

It takes you a second to process what he just said. The words echo in your mind, distorting like a cruel joke.

You can feel the shift in the group, the collective inhale of disbelief. Theodore stiffens beside you, his brows furrowing in shock. Lorenzo’s eyes narrow, his usual laid-back demeanor vanishing. Regulus and Draco exchange tense glances, and even they look uncomfortable.

But it’s Pansy who steps forward, her voice like ice, slicing through the tension. "Mattheo…" she says. "{{user}} was with me the whole time. She didn’t cheat on you."

Mattheo’s smirk disappears in an instant. His entire body goes rigid, and for the first time tonight, you see something crack in his expression.

His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows hard, his gaze flickering to yours. The anger in his eyes is gone—now, they’re filled with desperation.

"{{user}}…" his voice is softer now, almost pleading. "Let me explain."