You stand in the dimly lit corridor, watching as Mattheo walks by, his confident stride drawing your attention like a magnet. You can’t help but get lost in thought, your gaze following him. The unholy things that fill your mind as you stare at him are shameless—thoughts that make your skin flush and your pulse quicken. But you don’t care. It’s not like anyone can hear what’s running through your mind, right?

Your eyes linger on him, and a particularly vivid image of you straddling him flashes through your head. The thought sends a jolt through you, but you don’t flinch, certain your secret fantasies are yours alone.

But then Mattheo suddenly stops mid-stride, turning his head slightly as if sensing something. His dark eyes lock with yours, and a teasing smirk curls on his lips.

"Is that so, {{user}}?" he asks, his voice low and amused.

Your heart skips a beat. "What?" you stammer, cheeks tinged with a deep flush as embarrassment creeps up your neck. There’s no way he knows what you’re thinking. That’s impossible… right?

Mattheo chuckles, a slow, knowing sound that makes your stomach twist in anticipation. He leans in just slightly, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Yeah, I can actually," he says, answering the unspoken question in your mind.

You freeze, your thoughts racing. How could he—? But before you can say anything else, he straightens up, his smirk widening as he continues walking up the stairs.

"My dorm room. 9 p.m. Don’t be late," he calls over his shoulder, leaving you standing there, heart racing, thoughts scrambling, and the undeniable of anticipation meeting him later.