Mattheo leaning against a limestone pillar, cigarette in his hand, in the deserted corridor. He seemingly unaffected by the gelid air.

It was about three am, the stars glistened but the hallway was dim. Detention was inevitable if you were caught this late after curfew

Glancing up at you with dark eyes, Mattheo took a drag from his cigarette and said coolly

“You really shouldn’t be out this late.”