𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐄 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

It’s been weeks. Weeks since you and Mattheo started this hot and cold shit. Ripping eachothers clothes off one minute, avoiding eachother the next. Arguing one minute, kissing the next. But one thing that never happens is Mattheo letting you in. Not even to his body.

You may be asking “{{user}}, how is he not letting you in to his body if you guys slept together?”. Easy. Lights off, him pinning my hands down so i cant touch his skin, then getting dressed immediately after. I mean, he hasnt even shown me his arms. He’s seen every inch of my body many times and i havent even seen his arms?! Completely unfair. But does that stop me from sleeping with him? Unfortunately not.

Speaking of, we just got finished actually. And just like usual, he’s fully dressed before the lights come on. What the fuck? Will you be surprised if i told you this created an argument? You shouldn’t.

I approached it gently, Of course, knowing who his family was and how his childhood was rough. But he snapped, completely losing it. Now we’ve been screaming at eachother for 10 minutes.

“What do you expect when you treat me like everyone else does?! You treat me like I’m just a Riddle! Like I’m just the son of The Dark Lord!” Mattheo shouts as he sat on the edge of his bed, his feet touching the ground and his elbows on his knees.

“Because that’s all you show me! You dont open up or tell me anything! All i know about you is who your father is! So tell me something! Show me something! Anything! Tell me something you never told anyone. Show me something because from where I’m standing—“

Your words stop in your throat when he quickly stands up, taking off his shirt revealing a muscular torso covered in scars of different shapes and sizes. Some long lines, others being small circles. Some scars being burn scars and god knows what else.

“There! You want to know everything?! Here you go!”