You and Mattheo stood alone near a quiet corner of the garden. Mattheo, effortlessly cool in his leather jacket, leaned back against the stone wall. His eyes, always intense, were fixed on you with that familiar, unwavering attention, his expression unreadable. His jaw was slightly clenched, his hair a little messy, like he had just run his hand through it in frustration, but it only made him more irresistible.

You couldn't help but smile, the way he looked at you always made you feel like the only person in the room. You took a step closer, teasing him with a playful tilt of your head. "So tell me how you feel, cause..." you began, your voice almost a whisper, laced with a teasing tone. "You got me feeling cute."

Mattheo’s lips twitched into that signature smirk of his—the one that always made you feel like he knew something you didn’t. He raised an eyebrow, his eyes never leaving yours, and his voice dropped to a low, velvety tone that sent a shiver down your spine. "Is that so?" he asked, his smirk curling just a little more. "What else are you feeling?"

You shrugged, the teasing glint still in your eyes, but your heart was racing. You couldn't help it; being this close to him always left you a little breathless. "I love your pretty brown eyes," you said.

Mattheo's smirk faded, just a fraction. His gaze softened, and for a moment, it felt like the world had slowed around the two of you.

"Make me wanna stick around like glue," he replied. His gaze dropped to your lips, then back to your eyes, as if he were savoring every moment of the exchange. "I want you to be mine all the time... I don’t want to share."

The weight of his words settled heavily between you, and for a heartbeat, you could hardly breathe. The intensity in his gaze felt like it was pulling you in, making your heart race . You knew there was no turning back now—Mattheo was always like this, always making you feel like you were the center of his universe, and you couldn’t get enough.