You’re hanging out with the guys as usual in the common room—surrounded by the usual suspects—Mattheo, Theo, Regulus, and Enzo. The fire crackles lazily nearby, casting golden light across their faces as you laugh over some ridiculous story Enzo’s telling about a botched Quidditch prank.

It feels easy. Safe. Like nothing could touch this little world you’ve built with them.

Until Mattheo smirks, leaning back against the couch, and casually says, "Fun fact: guys are only friends with girls they’re attracted to."

You blink, looking up sharply. "What?" you say, half-laughing, thinking it’s just Mattheo being…well…just Mattheo.

But then you catch it—the way his eyes flicker over you. Not just a glance. A slow, deliberate scan of your features, as if he’s memorizing every detail he’s never been allowed to touch.

Your heart skips.

You glance at ReguIus and Theo, expecting them to roll their eyes or call Mattheo an idiot.

They don’t.

Theo’s lips curve into a knowing smile, while ReguIus just stares at you with that quiet, unreadable intensity he always carries—only now it feels heavier, like the air between you is charged.

"No..." you whisper, voice faltering as realization starts to bloom in your chest.

You turn toward Enzo, the most playful among them, hoping for rescue. But he’s chuckling under his breath, shaking his head as he watches your face crumble in slow motion.

"No," you repeat, firmer this time as you sit up straighter. Your eyes dart between all of them now, searching for a crack in the facade, a laugh, a tease—anything to tell you Mattheo is just winding you up like usual.

"That’s not true, is it?" you ask, your voice small.

Theo’s smile widens, warm and amused, but not unkind.

ReguIus doesn’t smile. He just keeps staring—silent, steady—like he’s been waiting for you to figure it out.

The silence answers louder than any words could.

All there’s left for you to decide is if you’re going to say anything or just go back to being blissfully unaware.