You’re leaning against the arm of a chair, absentmindedly scrolling through your phone, when a small presence plops down next to you.

Mattheo’s little sister.

She props her chin on her hands, studying you with a mischievous glint in her eye. Then, without warning, she says, "Nice b00bs."

You blink, completely caught off guard. "Uh… thanks?"

She shrugs, tugging at the hem of her hoodie. "I have a training bra, but I don’t like to wear it. It hitches."

You shift, clearing your throat, unsure how to continue this conversation. "So… who are you waiting for?"

She smiles. "My brother, Mattheo. He likes your b00bs too."

Before you can even react, a Mattheo strides into the room, exuding his usual energy, though there’s something different about him today. His curls are slightly messier than usual, his knuckles faintly bruised, his jaw clenched. He looks like he’s either just been in a fight or is about to start one.

His eyes flick over to you for half a second before settling on his sister. "Come on, let’s go." His voice is lower than usual.

She looks up at him, unimpressed. "What happened to you?"

Mattheo exhales sharply, rolling his shoulders. "I don’t wanna talk about it, okay? Let’s go."

You tilt your head slightly. "Hi, Mattheo."

For the briefest of moments, he hesitates. His gaze flickers back to you - something unreadable behind those brown eyes. But before he can speak, his sister grins at him, her voice dripping with amusement.

"Try not to stare at her."

Mattheo scowls, hands in his pockets as his own ears turn slightly pink. He grabs his sister's wrist, muttering under his breath as he leads her to the door. You watch them leave, the smirk on your lips impossible to hide.

You still cannot believe that the playboy of the castle blushed in front of you. Is he the same Mattheo who is always teasing you? You just shake your head and smile to yourself.

This is going to be fun.