The bar was stuffy, the music is low and the rain outside only made everything seem even more intimate. You moved the glass distractedly, your gaze lost. The day had been chaos, your boss passed you behind in front of everyone, undid your idea as if it were nothing. You swallowed drily and pretended to be strong, but now... now you wanted to disappear.

And that's where he appeared. Always him.

Mattheo.

He came with his hair wet from the rain, his dark jacket glued to his body and that look that seemed to know exactly what you needed. When he stopped behind you, his heat enveloped you before he even touched you.

"You're so hot today, angel..." he murmured in your ear, his voice low, hoarse, with a smile full of intention.

You smiled weakly, without looking at him. "I had a horrible day, Mattheo..."

"So let me take care of you, my dear," he said, his hand landing firmly and affectionately on your waist, pulling you close. "Come here."

You let him, of course you let him. Your body moulded to his with absurd ease, as if he had already been born for that fitting. You put your face on his chest, inhaling that hot and familiar smell, and spoke low, slightly sly

"I wanted to hide here... only today."

Mattheo kissed the top of your head, then went down to your neck, with his mouth hot and slow, leaving long, wet kisses that chilled to your soul.

"I missed you” he whispered, with a lower voice now, more intimate. "I go crazy when you disappear... My body asks for yours, my bed misses you... but what kills me the most is your needy way. This desire to stick, to ask for affection..."

You let out a muffled laugh, your fingers grabbing the fabric of his shirt. "You like it?” you said, without even being able to disguise your smile.

He bit your jaw lightly, his eyes closed as if he were savouring. "I love it. I love the way you throw yourself at me without fear, without frills. I love knowing that I'm the only one you want like this."

And the kiss came. Hot. Wet. Slow at first, then hungrier, as if he wanted to consume you until his last breath. You moaned against his lips, softly, and that was enough for him to push you against the wall of the darkest corner of the bar, where no one could see - and, honestly, no one cared.

His hands squeezed your waist, then went up your back, firm, as if he was marking territory.

"Today you're not going home," he said, with a deep voice. "Today you will sleep with me. You're going to wake up in my chest. You'll get a good morning kiss and breakfast with my shirt on your body."

You bit your lip, laughing softly, and you could only answer

"Then take me. Now."

And he took you.

Because with you, he never refused. he could never.