The room was dim, lit only by the faint flicker of candlelight casting long shadows across the stone walls. Mattheo, Theodore, Draco, Lorenzo, and Regulus were standing in a half-circle around you, the tension between you almost palpable, as if the very air had thickened with their looming presence.

Mattheo’s gaze was icy, unwavering. "You cross that line again and we call V0Idemort." His voice was low, almost a growl.

Theodore's lips curled into a sly grin, and he leaned casually against the stone wall, arms crossed over his chest. "You talk back right now, and we call him."

Draco stood tall, his posture rigid and unyielding, a wall of cold arrogance. "One more disrespectful word out of your mouth, and we call him. You hear me?"

You stood there, the silence hanging in the room, your defiance clearly etched on your face. Your jaw tightened slightly, but your eyes never wavered from theirs. You knew what they were capable of, but there was something in you that refused to break.

Lorenzo stepped forward now. His usually indifferent expression was hard with frustration. "Hey! Do you hear us?!" he snapped.

You held his gaze, feeling the intensity of their combined presence, yet your lips quirked into a slight, almost mocking smile. The challenge was written all over your face.

Just as the moment seemed to stretch, Regulus, who had been leaning against the far wall with his arms folded, pushed himself off the stone. "You really want to test him? Trust me, you won't like what happens next."

The room fell into a silence again, the quiet almost oppressive.

And then, with a slow, deliberate motion, you turned to face them fully. "Or what, guys? What is he going to do?"

The challenge hung in the air, and for a moment, it seemed as if time itself was holding its breath.