The bass thumped through the grand hall of the Manor, a steady pulse that seemed to reverberate through the walls.

Tom leaned back against a pillar near the drinks table, his lips curled into a knowing smirk. Draco stood beside him, swirling his whisky in his glass. Blaise, Theodore, Lorenzo, and Regulus formed a loose group around the table, engaged in a conversation.

“You haven’t seen my girlfriend, have you?” Cormac's voice rang out over the music.

Mattheo, who had been lazily tracing patterns on his glass with his fingertip, slowly looked up. “I think you lost the privilege of calling {{user}} like that when you cheated on her with her best friend.”

A chorus of chuckles followed from the other boys. Tom let out a soft, dismissive laugh, swirling the booze in his glass as if the entire conversation were a mere distraction. Draco grinned, taking a slow sip of his drink, clearly entertained by Cormac’s discomfort. Blaise and Theodore exchanged unimpressed glances. Lorenzo and Regulus barely gave him a second glance, their faces unreadable, but their body language spoke volumes—indifference, at best.

Cormac's jaw tightened but before he could muster any kind of response, Theodore’s voice sliced through the tension.

“You know,” Theodore sneered, his gaze flickering to Mattheo, “I’m sure {{user}} would have never stayed with you if she knew the way Mattheo looks at her. Bet he’s been imagining what it’d be like to have her for himself.”

The words hung in the air, thick with a challenge. The group’s attention snapped to Mattheo, who smirked, unfazed by the insinuation.

Before anyone could speak, the atmosphere in the room shifted.

And then you arrived, effortlessly catching every eye in the room. You were perfectly dressed, your presence commanding the attention of everyone around.

The slight glance you gave Cormac, now nothing more than a faint echo of the past, only confirmed that you were no longer fazed by him. You didn’t care anymore about the boy who had betrayed you. The cheater.