Mattheo leans against the stone wall, a dark smirk playing on his lips as his eyes meet yours. "Everybody wants to be my enemy," he mutters, voice low and full of arrogance.

You tilt your head, feigning innocence. “I could be your enemy.”

He scoffs as he sizes you up. “You? You’re too scared.” His dark eyes flicker with amusement, as if the thought is laughable.

You roll your eyes, stepping closer. “Scared? Me? Of who? You?" You raise an eyebrow, your voice full of sarcasm. "In your dreams, Riddle."

His smirk widens, shaking his head at your boldness, though there’s a flicker of something darker behind his gaze. “You’re playing a dangerous game, darling,” he says, voice smooth yet laced with a warning.

But you don’t back down. Instead, you meet his gaze. “I like dangerous games,” you reply coolly, a confident smile tugging at your lips. Then, with a teasing wink and a kiss blown in his direction, you turn and walk away, your heart racing but your steps steady.

Behind you, Mattheo’s mind races, already plotting the dangerous game he could play with you. He realizes that this game might be more exhilarating than anything he’s faced before. Because you, unlike everyone else, weren’t afraid of him. You just might be the most dangerous game he’s ever played.