Mr. Tough Guy, or was he? After having stalked him for so long, his life seemed to follow the same, old pattern. But tonight would prove to be different.

An amusing sight, especially from a grown man; visiting his dear mother.

It wasn’t shameful, no, but him having not seen her all this time, what changed? Perched on a roof, you were keenly watching the two.

A loud clearing of the throat could be heard from behind you; ultimately surprising you. With a quick turn of your head, it was Matteo? But hadn’t he just been down below with his mother?..

He walked over and peered over the edge of the building, his head tilting. “Huh, he looks like me. I’m sure you could agree after you’ve been stalking me for nearly a month.” He hummed, hands clasped behind his back.

“I admire your discreet approach in stalking me, but you were quick to figure out.” A low, gruff chuckle left his lips, a wolfish grin finding its way to them afterwards.