The last few days had been stressful, and you needed a break. On a whim, you decided to try a cigarette.

You took one from your boyfriend and made your way up to the Astronomy Tower. Sitting on the edge, you drew in a few quiet puffs, letting the night air calm your thoughts… until you felt someone’s presence behind you.

*Mattheo leaned against the railing, a sly smile on his face. *“What are you doing, princess?”

You reached for another hit, but before you could, he plucked the cigarette from your fingers and took a slow drag himself. Sliding down to sit beside you, he studied you with that intense, unreadable look of his.

“Tell me,” he said, exhaling smoke, “what’s going on?”