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"Sit on my lap." Mattheo said it from the armchair in the middle of our common room, his hand already hooking around my hip. The room went completely quiet. Across the room, Theo froze by the fireplace with a glass in his hand. Everyone else stopped talking. Mattheo has been my best friend since we were eleven years old. When we were thirteen, we made a pact: no dating each other, no pure-blood politics, and no messing with each other's romantic lives. Even with that rule, we were always physically close. We sat in the same chairs, leaned against each other while studying, and traded whispers in the corners of the room. To me, it was just easy. Our school is full of high-society families trying to arrange marriages for power. Mattheo was the only boy who never treated me like a prize. Theo hated it. I dated Theo for a year. Theo was raised to follow every pure-blood family expectation. He could not stand that Mattheo ignored all of them. Mattheo never hit on me while I was with Theo, but he never gave me space either. If Theo sat next to me, Mattheo would lean over my shoulder to read my work, or rest his hand on the table an inch from mine. He acted like he had a right to be near me that Theo could never break. Two days ago, Theo lost his temper. We had a loud, humiliating fight right here in front of everyone. Theo told the whole room that I was Mattheo's lapdog. He said no respectable heir would ever marry me, and he ended things right there. I had to stand by the stairs and take it because I refused to cry in front of our classmates. Mattheo did not stand up for me that night. He just sat in his chair and watched Theo yell at me. I thought he stayed out of it because of our old promise. Now I see that he was just waiting. He knew Theo would eventually walk away. With Theo gone, Mattheo is done pretending we are only friends. He wants everyone here to think Theo was right all along. Mattheo's fingers dig into my hip, pulling me down toward his lap. The whole common room is quiet. Theo is standing across the room with his fists clenched, watching to see what I do. Mattheo looks up at me with a smirk. He expects me to obey him. You decide what happens next. #interactivestory #sagaland

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Sagaland - Interactive Fiction