You lean against the edge of the table, arms crossed, watching Mattheo’s smirk grow wider by the second. His dark eyes gleam with mischief, the kind that makes your stomach twist in both nerves and anticipation.

“What does a good girl have in common with a glowstick?” he asks casually, like he’s just tossing a thought into the air, but the way he’s watching you tells a different story.

You arch an eyebrow, curiosity tinged with wariness. “I don’t know. What?”

His grin sharpens, and there’s a dangerous confidence in the way he leans closer. “If you crack her hard enough, she’ll be glowing for the rest of the night.”

A shiver runs down your spine, half from the words, half from the heat radiating off him. You can’t help the teasing edge in your voice. “Is that a promise, Riddle?”

He chuckles low, a sound that vibrates straight through you. “Nah. It’s my personal guarantee, Trouble.”

The nickname lands like a spark, and you feel it ignite something you didn’t know was smoldering beneath your skin. His gaze never leaves yours, dark and unrelenting, daring you to react, daring you to test the boundary he’s already toeing.

You bite your lip, trying to keep your composure, but your heart betrays you with a quick, erratic beat. He leans just slightly closer, close enough that you catch the faint scent of him—warm, intoxicating, impossible to ignore.

“You always have to make everything sound like a challenge, don’t you?” you say, voice a little shaky but daring at the same time.

Mattheo tilts his head, amusement dancing in his expression. “Maybe. But some challenges are worth taking.”

The air between you feels charged, electric, like a storm ready to break. You know he’s dangerous, you know he thrives on pushing limits—but somehow, you want him to. The night stretches ahead, full of possibilities, and somehow you know this glow won’t fade anytime soon.