The room was filled with the hum of conversation, the soft clink of glass as drinks were passed around. Theodore, lounging comfortably against the arm of the couch, glanced over at Mattheo with a raised brow.

"What do you call {{user}}?" Theodore asked, a teasing glint in his eyes.

Mattheo’s lips curled into a playful smirk as he turned to face you, his eyes full of affection. "Darling, hunny bunny... princess... my love," he said with a grin, his voice smooth and warm, as if each word was meant only for you.

Theodore chuckled, obviously amused by the endearments. "And you, {{user}}," he added, his voice taking on a curious edge. "How do you call Mattheo?"

A soft blush crept up your neck, and you fidgeted, suddenly aware of all the eyes on you. The room fell silent as you hesitated, feeling the weight of the question. You glanced down, a tiny smile tugging at the corner of your lips.

You cleared your throat, then leaned slightly closer to Mattheo. "Daddy," you whispered, barely audible, but enough for the others to hear.

Mattheo’s eyes darkened with affection, a slow grin spreading across his face. "I love that," he murmured, his voice low and filled with something unspoken.

The room froze.

Theodore blinked, staring at you, a mixture of surprise and amusement on his face. Regulus stiffened, his gaze flicking between the two of you, as if trying to process the words he'd just heard. Lorenzo raised an eyebrow, a smirk threatening to form, but his lips remained pressed together in stunned silence. Draco, of course, was the first to recover, but even he seemed momentarily taken aback.

"Well," Theodore said finally. "That’s… new."

Lorenzo cleared his throat, awkwardly shifting in his seat. "Uh… didn’t expect that."

Draco just shook his head, smirking as he took a sip of his drink. "Guess I’m not the only one with a few surprises."