“You think you’re clever,” Matt says, leaning against the doorway, arms crossed. His gaze pins you like he’s already won some silent battle.

“I’m not the one who keeps showing up,” you snap, crossing your arms in defiance.

He smirks, stepping closer, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off him. “Maybe. Or maybe you just like being where I can see you.”

You glare, heart racing. “Keep dreaming, Sturniolo.”

“Already have,” he murmurs, voice low and dangerous. “You’re in my head. Always have been.”

He straightens, giving a slow, calculating grin before leaning back. “Fight me if you want, but we both know this isn’t over.”