At a party, Cormac leans against the wall, eyeing Mattheo with a smug grin.

“You know, I used to date her,” he says, nodding towards you. “You and I have a lot in common.”

Mattheo’s eyes narrow as he steps closer, his jaw tightening.

“You begged her to kiss you,” he says, his voice low and dangerous. “She begged me to f^ck her. We are not the same.”

Cormac’s smirk falters at Mattheo’s comment. Mattheo wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you to him.