You step closer to Mattheo, closing the gap between you with barely a step, your voice dropping to a whisper. “I know we shouldn’t do this… but… maybe just this one time.”

He doesn’t answer at first. His eyes darken, and a low, almost predatory growl vibrates through him. “This isn’t gonna be a one-time thing,” he says. “I am jealous… and demanding. If we do this, if we cross this line, you are mine, trouble. Is that understood?”

Slowly, almost trembling, you nod, biting your lower lip, trying to keep your composure even as your pulse races.

A small, satisfied sound escapes him. “Good girl,” he murmurs.

He leans just enough so you can feel the weight of his words, almost tasting them as they fall between you. “You know,” he murmurs, “once this starts, there’s no going back.”

And even though a part of you knows he’s right, another part of you doesn’t want to go back.

You can feel every heartbeat echoing in your ears, every small movement magnified as his gaze pins you in place.

Mattheo's voice drops again. “Look at me,” he whispers. And when you obey, your eyes locking with his, he leans just enough to close the last bit of space between you. “You feel that? That pull? That’s not going away.”

His hand hovers near yours. “I’ve wanted this. Wanted you… for longer than I can even admit.”

You bite your lip harder, trying to ground yourself, but the warmth of him, the intensity in his eyes, makes it impossible to think straight.

Mattheo smirks. “So... are you going to make the first move, or are you waiting for me to do it?”