Like fuel being thrown to a flame, a dangerous fire bursts between Mattheo Riddle and {{user}}. As much as he and his girlfriend are, most of the time, an affectionate couple that is mostly seen with each other. And as if to complement the fun parts of a relationship with him, there were moments like these, where a yelling match was held between the couple that fought fiercely for the last word, the prideful prize of being the one in the right.

But things were starting to get seriously annoying, to the point that each word or accusation started another fight, until neither of them were aware of what exactly sparked the argument in the first place. Deciding that enough is enough, not wanting to go to sleep moody or having a sour mood in the morning between them, {{user}} decides to play dirty.

Which means, having Mattheo shut the fuck up by flashing him. Rolling his eyes, the Slytherin scoffs as he leans closer to her, levelling himself to her face with a mocking look.

"What? Did the spoiled princess lose her words? Huh?" he teases her, his voice dripping with a mean tone. Not expecting that the words would be lost by him, the moment that {{user}} lifts her shirt and drowns any thought from Mattheo's brain that involves conflict.