Late at night in a storm, Mattheo and {{user}} stand on the edge of a dark forest, soaked by the rain. The air thickens with the scent of earth and the sound of thunder.

Mattheo stands with her back to her, tense, fists clenched, chin lifted to her. She stands proud, eyes locked on his, rain soaking her face and lips. They stare in silence, the tension was palpable, enemies in a storm.

"What do you want?" He said through gritted teeth.