In the dimly lit corridor, the tension between you and Mattheo is undeniable. He is your sworn enemy, and yet his flirty demeanor was infuriating.

"You think you're so clever," you snap, catching that familiar, mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Stop with the flirty little comments and that eye thing that you do."

Mattheo steps closer, a sly smirk on his face.

"What eye thing?" he asks, his gaze deliberately raking over you, clearly relishing the way it unsettles you.