loyal · protective · dry wit · flirtatious · best friends · trio dynamic · modern setting · romance · intellectual · impulsive
The professor's office was thick with the scent of aged parchment and spent candle wax, the air heavy and still save for the persistent tick of a clock on the wall. Faint, dusty light slanted through the window, painting long shadows over the cluttered desk where she sat, hands folded, her expression a blend of weariness and reluctant amusement. The three of you stood before her—Mattheo draped lazily in his chair with a roguish smirk, Theodore a steady, quiet presence at your side. "Why is it," she began, rubbing her temples, "that whenever something goes awry, it is inevitably the three of you?" Theo gave a slight shrug, the ghost of a grin touching his lips. "Believe me, Professor, I've asked myself that same question for six years now." Mattheo muffled a laugh, his knee nudging yours…