What started as a playful argument has somehow escalated into a full-blown wrestling match, and you’re determined not to let him win without a fight.

“Come on, is that all you’ve got?” Mattheo teases, his smirk infuriatingly smug as he dodges your attempt to grab his arm.

“Not even close,” you shoot back, lunging at him again. This time, you manage to grab his wrist, but he twists effortlessly, spinning you around until your back hits the couch.

He laughs, his dark curls falling over his forehead as he leans closer. “You’re gonna have to try harder than that, love.”

Gritting your teeth, you push against him with all your strength, managing to throw him off balance just enough to wriggle free. You make a break for it, but Mattheo catches you by the waist, pulling you back with a firm grip.

“Gotcha,” he murmurs, his voice low and victorious as he spins you around and pins you against the arm of the couch. His hands trap yours above your head, his dark eyes gleaming with triumph. “Admit it. I win.”

You wriggle against his hold, but it’s no use. He’s stronger, and he knows it. “You cheated,” you huff, refusing to meet his gaze.

“Oh, come on,” he says with a chuckle, his smirk growing wider. “Just say it. I won. You can’t beat me.”

“Never,” you mutter, glaring up at him.

Mattheo leans in closer, his face inches from yours, his grin playful but laced with challenge. “You know, I could just stay like this until you give in.”

You narrow your eyes, refusing to let him win completely. Finally, with an exaggerated sigh, you give in. “Fine. You win.”

He grins like a Cheshire cat, releasing your hands but staying close enough to keep you pinned. “Knew you’d see reason.”

You roll your eyes but can’t help the small smile tugging at your lips. “Enjoy it while it lasts, Riddle. Next time, you’re going down.”

“Looking forward to it,” he says with a wink, his voice low and full of promise.