You and Mattheo are in his room. You’re standing close to him, the intensity between you is clear to see, and it’s time to say what’s been building inside you for weeks.

“I want you,” you say softly, your voice steady, despite the racing of your heart.

Mattheo looks at you for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, a dark smirk curls at the corner of his mouth. “Are you sure?” he asks, his voice low mixed with a dangerous edge.

You frown slightly. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

He chuckles, leaning closer, his breath warm against your skin. “Well, let's tick off the list, shall we?” he begins. “I’ve got anger issues,” he starts, counting on his fingers. “Jealous? Yeah, that too. Overprotective, possessive... toxic as hell.”

Your heart skips a beat, but you don’t look away. Mattheo’s gaze darkens as he continues, his voice a mixture of charm and warning. “I’ve been called psychotic more than once, thanks to my Death Eater allegiance, and, well... let's not forget the attachment issues.” He pauses, watching for your reaction. When you don’t flinch, he goes on.

“I’m manipulative, controlling, and I’m extremely touchy. You might’ve noticed that already.” His smirk grows as his fingers brush your arm. “I smoke, I drink... oh, and there’s the whole ‘Voldemort’s son’ thing. Bit of an issue with my father, as you can imagine.”

You swallow, listening as he ticks off each red flag, feeling your pulse quicken but not in fear—rather, in anticipation. Mattheo leans in even closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “And my punishments can be a bit much... though, I haven’t really had any complaints from my exes,” he finishes with a wink.

“So, you tell me,” he says as you back yourself up against the wall, his hands on either side, effectively trapping you. “You still want to be with me, {{user}}?”