The library is unusually quiet tonight, the soft hum of whispered thoughts filling the air like a constant buzz in your head. It’s a familiar ache, one you’ve learned to live with, even if it’s exhausting. People’s minds have always been an open book to you, no matter how much they try to hide their secrets.

You’re walking through the aisles, fingers lightly grazing the edges of books, hoping for a moment of peace. But peace is something you haven’t known in years, not with this curse. Not when you hear everything.

And then, his voice.

Mattheo’s thoughts slice through your mind, and your heart stops. It’s unexpected. Raw. Unfiltered. “I wanna fu-… you, like an animal. I wanna feel everything from you.”

The words hit you like a jolt of electricity. The heat of them floods your chest, a fire that catches you off guard. He wants you. You feel the weight of it settle deep within you, the full force of his desire washing over you, crashing through your mind.

And no one knows. No one ever knows. Not that he would ever say this aloud—not in a million years. But you? You heard it all. Every single word. His vulnerability laid bare, his deepest desire exposed in a way he never intended.

You can’t help but turn around, your heart pounding. He’s standing there, just a few steps away. You know he’s thinking about it. About you. About the things he’d never say to your face.

“I want to kiss you. I want to pull you close. Why do you always do this to me?”

Your pulse quickens, the sound of his voice echoing through your mind even as you stare at him. The intensity is suffocating, almost overwhelming. But he doesn’t know that you know.

“Mattheo...” You breathe his name, the question hanging in the air, a fragile thread between the two of you. It’s a question you don’t even know how to ask. You’re drowning in his thoughts, lost in the way his mind works, the things he’s never shown you.