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The room was thick with tension. Mattheo Riddle, with his dark, smoldering gaze, sat at the edge of his bed, eyes locked on Y/N. The air around them felt electric, crackling with something undeniable, something neither of them could ignore. Y/N had been careful, had taken the time to plan this moment perfectly. She had spent hours getting everything just right—the way her hair cascaded in soft waves, the seductive scent she wore, and the way she moved, fluid and graceful, knowing that it would drive Mattheo crazy.

But tonight was different. She had something more up her sleeve.

She'd applied the pheromone perfume earlier—her own special blend of jasmine, amber, and a secret, heady undertone that made the world fade away. It wasn't just a perfume; it was a potion of attraction, designed to make anyone fall into a deeper, more primal need. And Y/N had just subtly applied it to her neck and wrists, knowing exactly how it would affect Mattheo.

He shifted in his seat, his chest rising and falling as he tried to hide his growing restlessness. His gaze darkened as he inhaled deeply, his eyes flicking up to meet hers.

"What did you do?" Mattheo's voice was strained, full of suspicion and curiosity.

Y/N just smiled, a wicked, knowing grin curling at the corners of her lips. "Something," she purred, her tone teasing, "something to make this night unforgettable."

She stepped closer, her movements slow and calculated. Each step she took only seemed to pull him in more, the distance between them shrinking until she was standing right in front of him. She could feel the heat radiating off of him, could see the way his hands clenched at his sides, trying to restrain himself. The air around them was thick with desire, the tension unbearable.

Y/N reached out, letting her fingers trail lightly down his chest, feeling the muscles tighten beneath her touch. She took a slow, deliberate breath, savoring the moment before leaning in close to his ear.

"Do you feel it?" she whispered, her voice low and sultry. "The pull between us?"

Mattheo's breathing hitched, his jaw clenching as he fought to maintain control. "What the hell are you doing to me, Y/N?" His voice was rough, hoarse with the need he couldn't fight anymore.

Y/N's smirk deepened, and she gently pushed him back onto the bed, her hands now running over his torso with more urgency. She leaned down, brushing her lips over his with a teasing gentleness before pulling back slightly, watching the frustration twist his features.

"You can't stop it, Mattheo," she breathed. "You want this too."

His response was immediate. Without another word, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her down, capturing her lips in a kiss that was anything but gentle. His lips were demanding, hungry, as if he couldn't get enough of her. Y/N let herself be swept away in the heat of it, responding with equal fervor. She could feel his hands on her body, roaming, touching, claiming.

As the kiss deepened, Y/N moved on top of him, straddling his waist, feeling the undeniable hardness of his body beneath hers. Her hands went to his chest, pushing his shirt off quickly, not caring where it landed. Mattheo's hands slid up her back, pulling her close, as if he were trying to mold their bodies together.

"Fuck, Y/N," he growled against her lips, his voice ragged, his chest heaving with every breath. "You're going to drive me mad."

Y/N's laugh was low, throaty, as she slid her hands down to his pants, undoing the belt and zipper with deliberate slowness. She wanted to savor every moment of this, knowing exactly how much it would break him.

But just as things were about to escalate further, there was a loud, sudden bang on the door.

Mattheo immediately pulled back, his eyes flashing with irritation. "Who the hell is that?" he muttered, his voice dark with annoyance.

Before Y/N could respond, the door swung open with a dramatic force, and there stood Theo, his eyes wide in disbelief. His gaze darted quickly from Y/N's flushed face to Mattheo, who was still lying on the bed, looking like he was ready to devour her whole.

Theo's face twisted in a mixture of shock and frustration. "What the hell are you two doing?!" His voice was loud, angry, but there was something almost exasperated in it.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, unable to hold back the smirk that tugged at her lips. "What do you think we're doing, Theo?" she teased, her voice dripping with amusement and a hint of challenge.

Theo looked as if he were about to lose it. "You've been at it for hours! I've been trying to study in the common room, and I can't hear myself think over you two screaming in here!" He threw his hands up in the air in frustration, pacing back and forth in the doorway. "I thought I was going to go insane!"

Y/N couldn't help but laugh softly at the sheer ridiculousness of it. "You've been listening?"

Theo's face reddened with embarrassment. "I don't have a choice, do I? You two are loud! And now I've walked in on—" He cut himself off, his hands held up in the air in defeat. "I don't need to see this."

Mattheo, clearly done with the interruption, shot up from the bed and stalked toward the door, glaring at Theo with a fury that was unmistakable. "Theo, you need to get out. Now."

Theo just threw his hands up, stepping back. "Fine. I'm leaving," he snapped, turning away. But before he exited the room, he had one last parting shot. He pounded his fist against the wall, causing the entire room to shake.

"SHUT UP, Y/N!" he yelled, his voice echoing down the hallway. "I DON'T NEED TO HEAR YOU TWO FUCKING!"

The words rang through the room, and Y/N couldn't help but laugh. But Mattheo wasn't amused. His eyes were cold, seething with a mixture of frustration and desire.

Theo's retreating footsteps echoed down the hall, and for a moment, all was silent.

Y/N turned to Mattheo, her expression full of mischief. "Well, that was fun," she said, a teasing glint in her eyes. "I guess we'll have to make up for the interruption."

Mattheo grabbed her by the waist and pulled her back toward him, his lips crashing into hers with a force that made her gasp. "No more interruptions," he growled. "Tonight is just for us."

As he kissed her with feverish urgency, Y/N could feel the intensity building once more, the world outside fading into nothingness. It was only the two of them, caught in the storm of their passion. Theo might have tried to stop them, but no one could break the connection they shared.

And they were far from finished.