A sharp knock at your dorm room door breaks the silence. It’s late—too late for visitors. You glance at the clock. 1 AM. With a sigh, you push away from your desk, rubbing your eyes before dragging yourself toward the door.

When you open it, Mattheo is standing there. His dark curls are tousled, falling into his eyes, and his lips are slightly parted as if he ran here. He isn’t panting, though—just staring at you with something unreadable in his gaze. Something intense.

"Please… please let me come live with you… in your dorm."

You blink, caught completely off guard.

"What is happening right now?" you ask, your brows furrowing.

Mattheo exhales sharply, rolling his eyes like he expected you to question him. There’s a playful glint in his eyes, but beneath it, something earnest—something real.

"Please… I promise… I’ll be a good boy."

His voice is low, teasing, but there’s a sincerity to it that makes your stomach flip. You cross your arms, raising an eyebrow.

"Since when are you a good boy?" you challenge.

A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips as he leans lazily against your doorframe, his fingers tapping against it like he has all the time in the world.

"I can be. For you."

Your heart stutters. He’s flirting—you know he is. But there’s something more to this. Something deeper. You search his face, expecting to find mischief, but all you see is a boy who wants to be close to you. A boy who, for whatever reason, has decided that your dorm room—you—is where he wants to be.

"Mattheo…" you start, unsure of what to say.

"C’mon, love," he murmurs, tilting his head. "Just say yes. You know you want me around."