The cold night air wrapped around you, the corridors of the castle barely lit by the flickering torchlight. Mattheo stood close—too close. His fingers brushed against yours, a ghost of a touch, as his deep brown eyes searched your face.

"I love you, babe," he murmured, voice laced with something unspoken.

Your throat tightened. You wished you could believe those words without consequence, wished you weren’t standing on opposite sides. But you couldn't.

"I love you too…" you whispered, your voice barely audible.

For a moment, neither of you moved. It was d4ngerous, this game you were playing. Spying on each other while pretending your hearts weren’t tangled in the lies. But love was never simple—not when it was built on opposing sides of a w4r.

A distant sound broke the moment, and you turned away, forcing yourself to walk into the shadows.

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Some time later, you stood in a dimly lit room, S/rius pacing before you. His sharp eyes bore into you, searching for cracks in your resolve.

"What’s the plan?" he asked, arms crossed.

You thought of Mattheo, of his father, of the battle looming ahead. You inhaled sharply, keeping your voice steady.

"Everything goes according to the plan."

S/rius studied you for a moment longer before nodding.

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In another place shrouded in darkness, Mattheo stood before his father. V0Idemort’s presence was suffocating.

"What’s the plan?" he asked.

Mattheo swallowed, forcing his features into something unreadable. He saw your face in his mind—your touch, your whispered love, the way your eyes flickered with something he couldn’t name.

But there was no room for hesitation.

"Everything goes according to the plan."

V0Idemort's lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile.

And just like that, the game continued.