You find Mattheo in the dimly lit corridor, the air thick with tension. He leans against the wall, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine.

"I'm scared of you. Terrified of you, actually," you confess, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Oh?" Mattheo questions, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.

"I feel like you're always there, always watching me," you continue, your words hanging in the air.

"And what if I am?" he shoots back in a flirtatious manner, his eyes traveling the length of your body, making your skin prickle with a mix of fear and excitement.

"You don't have..." you start, but your voice trails off.

"The right," he finishes your sentence for you, stepping closer, the gap between you shrinking. He reaches out, moving a strand of hair out of your face, his touch sending a jolt through you. You swallow hard, his scent invading your senses, a mix of danger and allure.

"I have every right, princess," he whispers, his breath warm against your ear. "Never forget that."