Your wands are on the floor, Mattheo is wet because of your spell and you only have a few prints from the ropes. He pushes you against the wall, you are close and both of you are breathing heavily. His one hand is buried in your hair and the other is holding you by the waist. It's a wonder no one noticed you arguing. You look into each other's eyes and stand under the stars of the Astronomy Tower. "Fuck how I hate you..." he says.