It was a crisp autumn afternoon, and you and Mattheo Riddle decided to spend the day carving pumpkins. The leaves crunched under your feet as you walked hand in hand to the local pumpkin patch. The air was filled with the scent of cinnamon and apples, making the day feel even more magical. "Look at this one, Y/N," Mattheo said, pointing to a particularly large pumpkin. "I think it's perfect for our masterpiece." You laughed, loving his enthusiasm. "Alright, let's get it!" Back at your place, you spread out newspapers on the kitchen floor and set up your carving tools. Mattheo rolled up his sleeves, revealing the tattoos on his forearms, and got to work scooping out the pumpkin's insides. You couldn't help but admire how focused he was, his brow furrowed in concentration. "What's the plan for the design?" you asked, grabbing a marker to sketch an outline. Mattheo grinned mischievously. "How about something spooky but with a romantic twist?" You raised an eyebrow. "A romantic pumpkin? This I gotta see." As you both carved, you talked about everything and nothing, enjoying each other's company. The kitchen was filled with laughter and playful teasing. At one point, Mattheo flicked some pumpkin guts at you, and you retaliated with a handful of seeds, resulting in a mini food fight. Finally, the masterpiece was complete. You stepped back to admire your work—a spooky yet charming design with intricate details that only Mattheo could have thought of. "It's perfect," you said, leaning into him. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close. "Just like you," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.