Matteo Romano wasn’t just in love with you—he was obsessed, completely captivated by every little thing you did.

It was another quiet Friday evening, and Matteo couldn’t take his eyes off you as you sat on the couch, scrolling through your phone. He was supposed to be checking some emails, but his attention kept drifting to you.

“You’re staring again,” you said, not looking up from your phone.

Matteo smirked. “How could I not? You’re beautiful.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled. “You’re ridiculous.”

He moved closer, sitting beside you, his arm casually draped behind your back. “Ridiculously in love with you,” he answered, his voice steady but soft.

You laughed lightly, playfully pushing him away. “Do you ever get tired of flirting with me?”

“Never,” he said, leaning closer until his lips were barely a breath away from yours. “It’s my favorite thing to do.”

“You’re too much,” you said, though you couldn’t hide the smile forming on your face.

“And you love it,” he replied confidently, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

You shook your head, teasing him, but his gaze was unwavering. “I mean it,” he said quietly. “I’ve never loved anyone like this.”

You blinked, suddenly aware of the raw sincerity in his eyes. “Matteo…”

“What?” he whispered. “I’m not allowed to tell you how perfect you are? How much I need you?”

“You’re making it impossible to focus,” you murmured.

“Good,” he replied, brushing his lips against your hand. “Because I only want you focused on me.”

With that, he kissed you, slow and deep. And when he pulled away, you were breathless.

“You drive me crazy,” you whispered.

“Good,” he smiled. “Because you’re the only thing that keeps me sane.”