The room was suffocating. The air, thick with tension, seemed to hum with every breath you took. You could almost hear the storm brewing between Theodore and Mattheo, the forces of their emotions swirling like a dark cloud that refused to break.

Theodore stood before you, his posture rigid, but his eyes burned with something much fiercer than anger—betrayal, hurt, and a hint of desperation.

"What made you think that I would ever allow a De4th Eater into your heart? For f/ck sake, {{user}}... Don’t look at him. Look at me!"

His gaze locked onto yours—intense, searching, like he wanted to pull you back into his world, away from whatever pull Mattheo had on you.

Your breath hitched in your throat, and for a heartbeat, you found yourself frozen, pinned by the weight of his words and the heat of his gaze. It was as if the world slowed for a moment—his pleading eyes urging you to choose him, to remember who you were before this.

But then, despite your best efforts, your gaze flicked to Mattheo. His presence seemed to seep into the room, drawing the light away from Theodore and filling the space with an unnerving calm. He stood just a few feet away, his arms crossed over his chest, his face unreadable.

Theodore’s breath hitched, and you saw the raw vulnerability flash in his eyes for the briefest second before it was masked by fury. He moved toward you, closing the distance in a few long strides. "{{user}}!" he barked, his voice hard but desperate, "Look. At-"

But before you could even blink, Mattheo’s voice sliced through the tension. "Me."

It was a single word, but it stopped everything. The room held its breath, the air suddenly thick with the unspoken challenge between the two of them.

Mattheo's eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that was almost daring, like he knew exactly what he was doing.

And then you stood there, caught. Your heart pounded in your chest, each beat thundering in your ears, as you were pulled in two directions.