Hermione sat down next to Ron and leaned towards him, her voice low.

"The new girl has just arrived and Mattheo and Tom are already fighting over her."

Ron, barely looking up from his plate, shrugged. "Probably because she's gorgeous."

Just then, the doors creaked open. You stepped in, eyes scanning the room as you search for your table. Conversations faltered, heads turned, and suddenly, you were the center of attention.

You froze as two boys stood up almost in unison - Mattheo and Tom, both eyes fixed on you as the most beautiful thing they had ever seen. They moved as if some invisible force had drawn them to you.

Mattheo was the first to speak, his signature smirk firms in place. "Nice to meet you... Where have you been?"

But before you could answer, Tom stepped up beside him, his eyes locked with yours. His smile seemed softer, but you could see that his gaze told a different story. "I could show you incredible things."

Mattheo chuckled. "Magic, madness, heaven, sin. Everything you could ever wish for."

Tom smirked. "Saw you there and I thought, ‘Oh my God, look at that face.’"

A slow smile played on your lips. You tilted your head, looking up and down at them. "You look like my next mistake."

Mattheo’s smirk deepened. "Love is a game..."

Tom leaned in slightly, his voice a low challenge. "Wanna play?"

You crossed your arms, studying them. "I want to see how this one ends."

Tom's eyes darkened, his voice a low growl. "You have no choice. You are mine."

Mattheo stepped in, his voice insistent. "She's mine, Tom."

You let out a low chuckle and looked between them. Your mind racing with the possibilities of what this could be. "I can make the bad guys good for a weekend."

Tom smirked, tilting his head. "So it's gonna be forever?"

Mattheo scoffed, stepping closer. "Or it's gonna go down in flames?"

You remained between them, locked in place by their shared gaze. Your breath caught as you realised that neither of them would back down, and maybe, deep down, you didn't want them to.