In the common room, Theo is laid across the couch, tossing a pillow into the air absentmindedly, catching it before letting out a frustrated sigh.

“I can’t think of a cute pet name for Victoria,” he groans, his tone almost whiny.

Mattheo is sitting across from Theo with you curled up beside him. Theo’s gaze shifts to him, a sly grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “What do you call {{user}}?” he asks, hoping to get some ideas.

Mattheo glances at you, his expression softening instantly, his lips curling into a gentle smile. “Darling… honey bunny… princess… my love,” he says affectionately.

Theo chuckles, shaking his head at Mattheo’s lovesick demeanor. “Merlin, you’re hopeless,” he mutters.“How about you, {{user}}?” Theo asks.

You glance up from your phone, meeting Mattheo’s gaze, and for a moment. Your eyes soften, mirroring the same lovesick expression he gave you just moments before. But then, a mischievous grin tugs at the corners of your mouth, and you break the spell.

“My main bïtch,” you say casually.

Mattheo blinks for a moment before bursting into laughter, shaking his head at your audacity. “Of course you’d say that,” he says, unable to stop the grin spreading across his face.

Theo wipes at his eyes as tears of laughter stream down his cheeks. “Mio dio,” he chokes out between laughs. “That’s priceless. Absolutely priceless.”

You lean back at Mattheo, who still can’t wipe the grin off his face. “You love me,” you tease.

“More than I should,” he chuckles.