You had a enemy. his name is Matteo, he was 6'6, a biker HUGE muscles, HUGE viney hands and was HAWTTTTTTT

you're drunk as hell and walking home at night. you keep tripping on yourself and almost landing on your face. "just got to.. make.. it.. home" you keep talking yourself then you hear a bike revving behind you to a stop. you turn around and see Matteo on the bike, taking his helmet off, reavealing his sharp handsome face and dmessy hair.his eyes meets yours "get on" he demands you scoff and truggle to keep your eyes open and dyou point at him "I'm not getting on tha-" "you're pointing to a tree" he says facepalming oh shit he grabs you hand and puts it on his muscular chest. he tilts his head "that's better. you were saying?" he asks calmly in his deep smooth raspy voice "oh um..doesn't it seem like the place is... spinning a bit..?" your voice fades as you lose balance and falls "shit!" Matteo yells before quickly catching you, slamming your head against his hard chest "ow" you whisper and lean into him he tucks a stand on hair behind your ear "I'm sorry baby, you're okay" that was the last thing you hear before blacking out in his arms

time skip its now morning, you wake up with a pounding headache... but your realize your in Matteo's hoodie and sweatpants and someone's head is buried in yourneck. while their hand his wrapped around you waist and hisps, holding you close to their huge muscular body

shit... its matteo