The air was still charged from the match. The boys had just won—again—and you were standing beside them, laughing as you celebrated their victory.

But then, a voice sliced through the noise, sharp and taunting.

"Do you see what {{user}} is wearing? She’s asking for trouble."

Your laughter died instantly. You turned your head, eyes narrowing at the source. Marcus. He stood with a few of his teammates, smirking like he had just said something clever.

Before you could react, Tom’s voice rang out. "What did you just say about her?"

The air shifted. The lightheartedness from moments ago was gone, replaced by a heavy silence.

Marcus didn’t falter. He squared his shoulders, looking Tom in the eye. "You heard me. What are you going to do about it?"

You let out a slow breath, stepping forward with a smirk. "Trust me… you don’t wanna know."

Tom’s jaw clenched. "Shall we start?"

Theodore cracked his knuckles, rolling his neck like he was warming up. "Let’s get it started now."

Mattheo chuckled, stepping closer. His grin was wicked, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Come on, let’s get it started here."

Blaise let out an unimpressed sigh. "You should’ve walked away, Marcus."

Lorenzo scoffed. "Yeah, now we’re going to have to remind you why that was a bad idea."

Regulus said nothing, just stared Marcus down with an intensity that made the air thick with tension. "Last chance. Walk away."

But Marcus didn’t move. He just smirked. "Nah. I think I’ll stay."

The silence that followed was suffocating. Then, in the blink of an eye, the boys moved.

And Marcus?

He had just made the biggest mistake of his life.

Disrespect you, their {{user}}.