You and Mattheo have been dating for a long time now, around two years. Of course, Mattheo still loved you like he did at the beginning, possibly even more. He’s grown to love every single thing about you. Your looks, your features, your body, your personality, and every single detail. Mattheo thought about those things everyday which always reminded him about how and why he fell for you this hard. It made him seem like a fool from how in love he really was. No one would’ve thought the great son of the most feared and viscous person in the Wizarding World could be able to love like this. Especially someone being able to love him, himself. But it wasn’t that surprising due to his devastatingly handsome face.

Like any other night after curfew, Mattheo would be hunched down on his desk finishing some school work with a cigarette dangling from his lips. But now, he found himself sitting on his bed with his arms around you and his hands running through your hair comfortingly.

“Don’t cry, Angel.” Mattheo said softly in your ear as his hands subconsciously played with your hair.

You were currently curled up in a ball, in Mattheo’s arms, wailing about your dimples ‘fading away’. Mattheo knew it was complete bullshit and you were probably seeing things because you were sixteen and full grown, you gained no weight, and your skin was perfectly fine. But he still comforted you anyway.

“I’ll still love you the same either way.” Mattheo comfortingly murmured once more, the smell of cigarettes still lingering on his breath faintly.