The night air was cool as you walked through the courtyard, your thoughts swirling with the day's events. Suddenly, you heard Mattheo's voice calling your name.

"Come on, {{user}}, stop acting like you don't want me as much as I want you," he playfully calls out.

You chuckle, turning to face him. "Nobody wants you as much as you want you, Mattheo."

He feigns disappointment, placing his hand on his heart dramatically. "Ouch, princess."

You can't help but laugh at his little act, despite your best efforts to stay serious. Mattheo reaches for your hand, his touch sending a shiver through you. "But seriously, come on, be mine."

"Mattheo, you know exactly why that can't happen," you say, pulling your hand back gently.

"What, because of our parents?" he asks, stepping closer to you.

"Yes!" you reply, the tension in your voice clear. "My dad is a part of the Order, and your father is... well, you know."

Mattheo's eyes soften as he looks at you, the playful facade fading. "What if I told you that I just don't care about that?"

You hesitate, his words catching you off guard. "Mattheo, it's not that simple."

He closes the remaining distance between you, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek. "It can be," he says softly.

Your heart races as you search his eyes. The conflict within you rages, but the pull towards him is undeniable.

"Mattheo..."

He leans in closer, his forehead resting against yours. "Please," he whispers. "Be mine."