The cool night air hangs lightly over the courtyard, moonlight casting soft shadows across the stone pathways. You sit beside Mattheo, the world around you quiet except for the low hum of his voice. He’s saying something—something probably important—but your focus slips as your gaze drifts over his features.

His dark curls fall lazily across his forehead, framing those dangerous, knowing eyes that always seem to carry a hint of trouble. You catch yourself lingering too long on the curve of his lips, the subtle way they move as he speaks. Your heart races, mind wandering as you imagine what it would feel like if that smirk he so often wears was meant just for you.

And as if reading your mind, that exact smirk appears—a slow, dangerous thing that sends a shiver down your spine. Mattheo chuckles, low and amused. "You know, you could at least pretend to act like you’re listening, love."

You snap out of your trance, blinking quickly as heat rises to your cheeks. "Hmm?" you hum softly, playing innocent.

He shakes his head, still grinning, as if thoroughly entertained by your inability to concentrate around him. “You’re cute when you do that,” he teases, his voice smooth and full of mischief. Then, without warning, he takes your hand in hi.

“Come on,” he murmurs, his voice dropping to a low, intimate tone. “Let’s continue this conversation somewhere… where it’s just the two of us.”

Your pulse quickens as he tugs you gently. With that grin of his, you know exactly what’s on his mind.