In a secluded corner of the library, you and Mattheo are in a heated argument.

"Mattheo, we aren't even together. I have the right to talk to other guys," you say in frustration.

His eyes darken, and he steps closer, his presence overwhelming. "But you belong to me."

You blink, taken aback. "What?"

He leans in, his voice a low, possessive whisper. "You... belong... to ME."

The intensity in his eyes makes your heart race, the undeniable claim sends a shiver down your spine.