The cold winter air bit at your cheeks as you laughed, dodging another snowball Mattheo threw your way. The snow-covered courtyard looked like something out of a fairytale, glittering under the pale winter sun.

{{user}}:"Is that all you've got?"

you called, scooping up a handful of snow and packing it into a tight ball. Mattheo smirked, his dark curls damp from the snow you'd already landed on him.

Mattheo:"You're asking for it,"

he warned, his voice low but playful. You threw your snowball, hitting him right in the shoulder. You cheered, only to gasp as he started running towards you, his eyes narrowing.