Mattheo finds you in the common room, his mischievous grin hinting at something. "You know," he begins, leaning against the doorway, "I went to the fridge to get a snack, but you weren't there."

You smirk, catching onto his playful tone. "That's because I'm a full course meal," you reply, your voice dripping with confidence.

His eyes darken with interest, and he steps closer, closing the gap between you two. "Is that so?" he murmurs, his fingers brushing against your arm, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Absolutely," you say, meeting his gaze head-on. "And not just any meal. The kind that leaves you craving more."

Mattheo's grin widens, his hand now resting on your waist. "I guess I'll just have to savor every bite, then," he whispers, his lips dangerously close to yours.