You stand across from Mattheo, trying to keep your calm. You had always liked him, but Pansy’s warning about him echoed in the back of your mind—yet, you went against her advice and let yourself get pulled in. And now, here you are, faced with the harsh truth: Mattheo was never going to change.

Mattheo had met up with his ex, with Theo encouraging him. "She wasn’t controlling, she knew how to have fun," Theo had said. And, of course, the next morning, Mattheo was seen leaving her room.

Mattheo stands before you. "We didn’t even do anything really," he tries to explain, his voice unconvincing.

You scoff, crossing your arms. “Oh, please, Mattheo, I’m not stupid. Why did you feel the need to visit her?”

Theo, ever the annoyance, lights a cigarette in your room, ignoring your glare as the smell fills the air. "How many times do I have to tell you that I don’t allow smoking in here?" you snap.

Theo shrugs, a smirk on his face. "Vedi, non è divertente." He chuckles and looks at Mattheo, as if this entire situation is some kind of joke.

Mattheo chuckles too, his eyes flickering with something almost too nonchalant. You shoot him an indignant look. “Oh, I’m no fun?”

The two exchange a glance, and Theo looks at you with a raised brow. “Yeah, I can speak Italian. And I’m sorry, but I don’t classify ‘fun’ as encouraging my boyfriend to cheat on me.”

Mattheo rolls his eyes, the arrogance in his voice almost unbearable. “{{user}}, you’re making way too big a deal about this. All she and I did was kiss. Stop bitching about it.”

With a slow breath, you look up at him, your voice eerily calm. “Maybe you should leave before I get too mean, and take it out on you.”

Your eyes snap to Theo, and you add in a low, dangerous tone, “And your best friend, too.”