The low murmur of voices and the flicker of flames from the fireplace greeted you as you stepped into the common room. Your eyes scanned the room and immediately landed on the familiar group sprawled across the sofas and armchairs.

Mattheo was lounging carelessly in an armchair, his legs draped over one side, a glint of mischief already lighting up his dark eyes the moment they met yours. Theo was seated nearby, a book resting in his lap, though he seemed more entertained by whatever Blaise was saying than the words on the page. Draco and Lorenzo sat near the fireplace, while Regulus leaned against the far wall, his sharp gaze flicking between you and Mattheo as though anticipating a show.

"Well, well," Mattheo drawled. A slow, devilish smirk spread across his face. "I would have loved to see his face when you said my name instead of his." His grin widened, his tone dripping with smugness as his voice grew louder. "Actually, better said—when you screamed my name."

You crossed your arms, giving Mattheo a pointed look. "You’re not gonna let this down, are you?"

"Not a chance," he shot back. "It’s not every day someone screams my name while they’re with someone else."

Draco let out a low whistle, and Blaise leaned toward Theo, muttering something that earned a quiet laugh.

You groaned, running a hand over your face. "Mattheo, just let it go."

He grinned even wider, his dark eyes locking on yours with an infuriating glint of challenge. "I will…" He paused, letting the room hang in silence for just a moment, "...if you scream my name for me this time." He winked.

The room erupted into laughter. Blaise clapped Theo on the shoulder, both of them grinning like it was the best entertainment they’d had all day. Even Draco shook his head with a smirk, muttering something under his breath to Lorenzo.

Mattheo chuckled. "Don’t worry, love. The offer stands anytime."