You didn’t know talking to another guy would make you end up in Mattheo’s room, pressed up against his wall. His fingers were digging into your chin, causing you to wince

He chuckled coldly, almost making fun of you before getting closer to your face.

The eye contact was the most intense it had ever been, making you squirm in his hold.

Something was different, like his hatred suddenly turned into some kind of possessiveness…

“No one can touch you except for me, understand?” He wasn’t joking.