The party was in full swing, lights flashing in rhythmic pulses to the beat of the latest chart-topping hits.

The most notorious heartbreakers were there, casually surveying the room. The intoxicating mix of music and energy had them all in their usual element - each one a predator, waiting for the next thrilling chase.

Mattheo leaned against the bar, flashing a cocky grin as he scanned the crowd. Beside him, Tom was cool as ever, his gaze more intense, like he was analyzing each person in the room.

Blaise was by the door, chatting casually with some of the girls. Draco was surrounded by a small group, laughing and teasing. Theodore lingered in the background, his quiet demeanour only adding to his mystique.

Lorenzo stood near a corner, watching the scene unfold with a wry smile. Regulus, the quietest of the group, stood apart from the others, his back casually resting against the far wall.

Then, the music shifted.

The room buzzed with excitement as the lights dimmed, and all eyes turned to the stage, where you confidently stepped up to the mic, exuding boldness and allure.

And then you began.

The catchy pop anthem had the crowd moving as you crooned, "Boy, sigma boy, sigma boy," capturing the attention of the Slyther*n boys.

"I just wanna play with you, cause you are my favorite toy," you sang.

"Boy, sigma boy, sigma boy," you sang again, the crowd chanting along, hypnotized by your energy. You owned the stage, your voice growing more powerful.

"I'll make you my b/tch, yeah, that's the sh/t that I enjoy," you finished with a laugh, your eyes meeting theirs for the first time. A chill ran down their spines as they realized the meaning of your words. The bold, fearless energy you radiated pulled them in.

The crowd around you danced wildly, but the seven of them remained rooted to the spot, unable to take their eyes off you. You weren’t just a pretty face; there was something magnetic about you, something that made them all feel like they were about to play a game they might not be able to win.