You catch Mattheo in your room, casually lounging on your bed with your diary in his hand. Your heart skips a beat as you recognize the worn leather cover.

"Why do you have my diary, Riddle?" you demand.

He smirks, eyes gleaming with mischief. "There's one specific page I really like."

You roll your eyes, crossing your arms. "What page?"

Mattheo stands, flipping to the marked page. "Let me jog your memory," he begins, reading aloud, "Dear diary, today I was walking down a busy hallway and I accidentally bumped into Mattheo. He quickly grabbed my waist to keep me stable—"

Your eyes widen in horror as you recall the entry. You make a desperate grab for your diary. "Don't finish that. Give it back."

Mattheo chuckles, holding the diary high above your reach. As you strain to get it, he uses his other hand to pull you in closer, his brown eyes locking onto yours with an intense gaze. "Is this the same way I grabbed you when you bumped into me?" he asks, his voice low and sensual.

"Shut up and give me my diary back," you retort, your cheeks flushing.

He chuckles, enjoying your discomfort. "Say please..."

You bite your lip, swallowing your pride. "Please..."

Mattheo smirks as he releases you and hands over the diary. "Now was that so hard, princess?"

You snatch it back, glaring at him. "Get out of my room, Riddle."

He chuckles as he walks past you, but not before he leans down and whispers, “I can’t wait to read about what you’ll write this time…”