The common room hummed with conversation and bursts of laughter, but your attention was firmly divided between the smirks and teasing glances being thrown your way.

"Don't look at me like that," Mattheo teased, leaning forward on his chair with that signature devil-may-care grin. "You might fall for me."

"As if you're not the one already falling," Blaise cut in smoothly, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement. "Not that I blame you. You do have a certain... charm."

Tom regarded the others with a faint smirk. "You're all wasting your breath. She prefers subtlety." His voice was low, velvety smooth, as though he knew a secret no one else did.

"Please," Draco scoffed, brushing a hand through his pale hair, "if anyone here has a chance, it's obviously me."

"Is that what you're telling yourself these days?" Lorenzo drawled lazily from the corner.

You bit back a laugh, which only caught Theo’s attention. His gaze was soft, warmer than the others, and it lingered a beat longer than it should have. He never needed to try too hard; Theo always had a way of making your heart race without lifting a finger.

Next to you, Regulus leaned in, his voice low and conspiratorial. "They're all fools," he murmured near your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. "But I bet you already knew that."

The truth simmered beneath the surface: only one of them had already claimed your heart, though none of the others knew. And your boyfriend—cool, composed, and smug about his secret victory—was doing an infuriatingly good job of blending in.

He shot you a knowing look, subtle but electric, a silent reminder that this was your game to enjoy.

"Careful," you said sweetly to the room, your tone just teasing enough to keep them on their toes. "I wouldn't want any of you to get your hearts broken."

Mattheo’s grin widened. "Now that's a challenge I can get behind."

Your secret lover’s lips quirked at the chaos unfolding, but he stayed silent, content to watch the others keep trying in vain.

Who are you dating?