You’re in the kitchen watching Mattheo rummage through drawers when you decide to play a little prank.

“Mattheo, can you hand me my drink?”

He pauses mid-reach, slowly turning around like you just hexed him.

“Mattheo?” His brows furrow, eyes scanning your face. “Did you ask me earlier and I forgot?”

You shake your head, biting your lip to keep from laughing. “No.”

He stares a second longer, utterly confused. “There are only two people who ever put the ‘tayo’ at the end of my name, and that’s my father and my brother.”

You snort, the giggle slipping out before you can stop it.

“Actually…” he adds dryly, “that’s not true. My father calls me ‘a disappointment’ or ‘the spare son.’”

The laughter fades gently in your chest. You step closer, cupping his face with both hands, your thumb brushing softly against his cheek.

“Well,” you whisper, “you are far from a disappointment to me.” You smile. “I just wanted to see how you'd react if I called you by your full name.”

He gives you the most indignant look you've ever seen.

“Oh, is that right?” he scoffs as he crosses his arms. “Well, in that case…you’re no longer ‘princess.’ You’re just {{user}} now. How do you like that?”

You gasp in mock offense. “You wouldn’t.”

He smirks. “Try me, {{user}}.”