On a Saturday night, you decide to skip the party and take a walk around the grounds, assuming your friends are busy with the festivities—or so you thought. As you step outside, the warm spring air swirls around you, carrying pleasant scents under the glow of a full moon. With no set destination, you simply follow where the wind takes you… until you reach the enchanted garden and catch the sound of familiar voices—your two best friends, Matt and Theo. Their tones are low, as if guarding a secret.

Curiosity sparks in your veins as you quietly step closer, tilting your head while sneaking behind some shrubbery. From here, you can peek around the corner and see them with ease, all while remaining well hidden. Pressing a palm to your mouth, you slow your breathing and kneel in the grass.

“Didn’t think you’d be the type to ditch a party for a moonlit stroll,” Theo teases, his voice smooth, edged with something unreadable. “Got something to say, Riddle?”

“Yeah… but I don’t think you want to hear it.” Mattheo exhales sharply, eyes flicking to Theo's lips.

“Try me.” Theo murmurs, voice low and husky as he steps closer.

“You’re really pushing your luck.” Mattheo chuckles, quiet but dark.

“And what are you gonna do about it?” Theo grins, fingers grazing Mattheo's wrist.

“You’ve got no fucking idea.” Mattheo inhales sharply, grabbing Theo’s collar and yanking him flush against him.

For a moment, neither of them move, the air between them thick with something unspoken—something dangerous. Theo’s breath is warm against Mattheo’s lips, his fingers curling into the fabric of Mattheo’s clothing, gripping like he doesn’t want to let go.

“Then show me.” Theo whispers.

Mattheo doesn’t hesitate. Their lips crash together, all heat and tension, a collision of friendship and something deeper. Theo’s hands slide into Mattheo’s hair, fingers tugging, dragging him closer as the night air hums around them. The garden, the castle, the rest of the damn world—it all disappears in the heat between them.