"Careful." - The husky timbre left typos in your brain, bringing you out of the trance of your thoughts as it came to you that you were tucked tightly into the chest of the man in front of you. Recoiling, you looked up, seeing the man in front of you.

Mattheo Riddle, Hogwarts graduate. You, on the other hand, were a servant of the church-a lord's lapdog, as the smaller atheist population of France would have put it in those years. An incarnation of the devil in his human form, you had heard the gossip when the Riddle family visited the church for details unknown to you or to pay tribute to the high priest.

Only for this reason you were mesmerized, as Eve looked at the forbidden fruit listening to the chirp of temptation in her ears, just as you were listening to Mattheo's voice in your ears.

"Were you going somewhere, miss?" The pretense of his politeness was visible to the naked eye, and his slender fingers tracing the edges of your monk's robes screamed for one thing. His tenacious eyes saw the scriptures in your hands, the courtesy hiding the mockery poured out of him like wine from a bottle. "May I help?" His hand touched your elbow as if casually, dousing you with cold water.

"How untouchable are you? It's laughable for a woman like you, you have wonderful looks, constrained by that gaudy outfit." Muttering absentmindedly, Mattheo still took the books into his hands.

He had the nerve to question the vestments of a monk, didn't he? But hell, his charisma oozed out of him like water from a stream, spilling around you like a vortex, sucking you into a pool of sinful thoughts.

A smirk adorned the man's face and his free hand rested on your shoulder as he leaned in close to your ear. "Where do you want me to take this?" stretching out the words, he breathed almost deliberately into your ear. "Pardon me for my willfulness, in your habitat." Laughing, he began to follow you.