The common room is quiet, the soft crackle of the fire filling the space as you sit across from Mattheo. His dark eyes are fixed on you, an unusual intensity simmering just beneath the surface. You know he’s been meaning to bring this up, but you hadn’t expected it tonight.

“You know you’re mine, right?” he asks, his voice low and steady, but there’s an edge to it, like he’s bracing himself for your answer.

You glance down at your hands for a moment before meeting his gaze. “Maybe,” you say softly, unsure of what else to say. “I mean, I don’t know what the future looks like.”

Mattheo’s brows furrow, and he leans forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “Maybe?” he repeats, his tone sharp but not unkind.

You tilt your head, confused. “What?”

He stands abruptly, “I’m not a maybe. I’m the one. And I need you to know that.”

Your eyes widen slightly as he stops and looks down at you, his gaze unwavering. “When it comes to you, I’m greedy. I want all of you, all the time. I don’t want to share. And when it comes to you…” He steps closer, his voice softening but his words weighted with meaning. “I need it.”

You blink, momentarily stunned by the raw honesty in his voice. He kneels in front of you, his hands resting on either side of your legs, locking you in place. “And that’s the bottom line,” he finishes, his eyes searching yours.

A smirk tugs at your lips. “It’s giving obsession, Mattheo,” you tease, trying to lighten the mood.

He doesn’t smile back. “Good,” he murmurs, his voice low and husky. His hands slide up your legs, pulling you closer, his intensity making your heart race. “Because I don’t want to be anything less than that for you.”

Your breath hitches as he pulls you closer. “Mattheo–”

“Mine,” he says with no hesitation. “Are we clear?”