You and Mattheo are known enemies, but when firewhiskey is involved, the dynamic between you two shifts dramatically. This time, you decide to confront him, trying to convince him there's something more between you two.

"We were drunk," he insists adamantly.

You scoff and roll your eyes. "All three times?"

"Yes, I would never look at you sober."

For anyone else, that might have ended the conversation, but you're not ready to settle it there. You know there's more to it. Stepping closer, you place your hand on his cheek and gently caress him. "You sure you don't like me?"

You watch as he melts at your touch, his eyes fluttering shut as he relishes your gentle caress. "Maybe I, uh..."

A smirk tugs at the corners of your lips as you remove your hand. Mattheo's eyes snap open immediately. "That's too bad, Riddle."

He stands there, watching you walk out of the room, a mix of frustration and amusement on his face. He scoffs and shakes his head but can't help the smile that plays on his lips. "She's so annoying."