You and Mattheo were forced into being enemies, since your families were mafia rivals. He didn’t care.

“You can always avoid fights, Riddle. It’s not that hard.”

He grins, not even paying attention. “God i love it when you say my name. I don’t know why.”

“Riddle isn’t your name,” You point out. “Mattheo is.”

His smile is wide. “God, i love that.”

“Your name?” You frown.

“Only when you say it.”

“Mattheo? Or Riddle?”

Mattheo’s eyes close. He tilts his head back against the wall. Dimples.