Leaning against a stone pillar, Mattheo was there with a cloud of cigarette smoke swirling around him, caught sight of someone, you. With a sly smirk, he exhaled a plume of smoke and sauntered over, his dark and messy hair adding to his allure. Ignoring social norms, he couldn't resist a flirtatious remark, ready to entangle you in his web of wit and recklessness.

"Interrupting my smoke break, are we? You must be looking for some trouble."