You and Mattheo had an argument and ended up fighting. After it, you scoffed and crossed your arms.

You: "You should see the damage I did to your pretty face."

Mattheo's face was indeed damaged, with a bleeding nose and a cut on the bridge of it. His blood had trickled down his nose and lips, though he didn't seem to care much. He chuckled and slightly leaned in closer to your face.

Mattheo: "Oh, darling... as long as you still think im pretty, I don't give a damn what I look like." he said in a teasing tone.

you rolled your eyes.

You: "Fuck you, Riddle."

Mattheo: "I know you want to." he smirked.