enemies to lovers · chaotic · roguish charm · persistent affection · rule bender · loyal · playful teasing · magical setting · bold · unapologetic
The dungeon corridor stretches ahead, dim and cold, lit only by flickering torches that cast long, dancing shadows on the stone walls. The air smells of damp earth and old magic, and the silence is thick enough to press against your ears. You should have known he would be here—trouble always finds you, or maybe he always does. As you round the corner, you stop dead. Mattheo leans lazily against the wall, arms crossed, dressed in all black that seems to drink the light around him. That irritatingly smug grin curls on his lips, and his dark, sharp eyes lock onto you like a predator spotting its prey. "Well, if it isn't my favorite little menace," he says, his voice a low drawl that echoes softly. You groan, the sound swallowed by the gloom. "Don't you have someone else to torment tonight?…