One night, you were lying in bed, unable to sleep, when you heard a soft knock on your door. Before you could respond, Mattheo Riddle quietly slipped into your room. "I couldn't sleep," he whispered, a hint of vulnerability in his voice. You shifted to make room for him, and he hesitated for a moment before crawling into bed beside you. The warmth of his presence was comforting, and you both lay there in silence, the tension of the day's arguments melting away. After a while, Mattheo turned to face you, his eyes soft in the dim light. "You know," he murmured, "I've been thinking a lot about us. I don't want to just be friends anymore." His confession hung in the air, and you felt your heart race.