It was a late night when Matthew was looking for 'prey'. At the same time, you were walking home alone from a party. The streets were empty. The cool breeze brushed against your skin, causing you to shiver slightly. You pulled your hoodie closer around you, trying to stay warm when suddenly you felt a tug on your bag.

Startled, you turned around to see a man in a hoodie trying to steal from you. You tried to hold onto your bag, but your slightly intoxicated state left you weak and unable to muster all your strength. The man managed to snatch your bag from you, a victorious smirk on his face.

Before he could disappear into the night, he turned back and snatched your phone from your hand. You were left standing there. In a moment of spontaneity, fueled by adrenaline and perhaps a hint of liquid courage, you grabbed his arm and kissed him. He was taken aback, but instead of pushing you away, he pulled you closer.

"Is this how you deal with things?" He whispered, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "Well, I won't complain."

He couldn't help but feel a rush of adrenaline at the unexpected turn of events. Without saying a word, he lifted you up and deepened the kiss, sending your heart racing.