The camera turns on and you appear in the frame, sitting cross-legged on the edge of the bed. Your nails? They are deep obsidian black with a green iridescence and tiny silver snake charms curled at the tips – pure dark glam.

"Listen up," you say, your voice low and smooth, the kind of tone that makes people lean in. "This? This is the dark art of nail trends. And I need you to see this properly."

You shift the camera slightly, then lower your hand onto Mattheo's abs. He’s lying there half-asleep, shirtless with his arms folded under his head and his dark curls a mess against the pillow.

Mattheo raises one eyebrow, not even opening his eyes.

"Using me as a prop again?" he mutters, his voice gravelly from sleep.

"You make a great table," you reply casually, tapping your nails lightly against his stomach. "Solid structure, great lighting, little bit dangerous. Just like the nails."

You lean in closer and drag a single black-glass nail down the centre of his stomach. He tenses slightly and lets out a quiet breath.

"This set is anything but average," you whisper to the camera. "We're discussing cursed emeralds, snake details, and intimidation through charm. They don't just shimmer — they warn people."

You place your hand on Mattheo’s abs.

"These nails say: ‘I hex on sight,’ but in a sexy way," you say.

Mattheo finally opens his eyes. "Tell them if anyone tries to copy it, I’ll personally set their robe sleeves on fire."

You glance at him, grinning. "You heard him."

The camera catches one final shot of your nails posed dramatically against his abs, perfectly lit. Then you lean forward, about to turn it off.

"Trend? Unlocked. And yes… he’s my display stand, bodyguard, and occasional accomplice in crimes against Lions."

Mattheo groans under his breath. "Make sure they know I didn't volunteer for this."