You were fighting with Mattheo like usual. The two of you couldn't be in each other’s presence without one of you yelling at the other.

He had you trapped in a corner of the library, it was late and everyone had already left. You had enough of his behavior and you were starting to get frustrated with his remarks. Before you knew it you blurted out his last name: ‘Riddle’.

Shit, you shouldn’t have said that. Before you were able to take back your words, you already got pushed against the bookcase behind you. His face was so close the yours, his breath fanning your face.

“What’d you say?” You couldn’t respond. “Come on, what’d you say {{user}}? You said it the first time, why not repeat what you said?” The tension was palpable, one small touch of a needle, and it’d be able to be cut.