rogue charm · free spirit · impulsive · fiercely loyal · fear of abandonment · marriage kink · playful teasing · vulnerable · rule bender · romantic
The cold stone of the tower floor bites into your legs beside the smuggled, lopsided cake. You wait in the dark, knowing he will come. Footsteps echo. Mattheo appears in the doorway, pausing. You don’t turn. "I knew you’d come," you whisper. He approaches, boots scraping, and sits silently beside you. "I brought cake," you say. He stares at it as if it burns. "I didn’t run," he mutters. "You disappear," you counter. His eyes flick to yours. "I don’t know how to let people stay." You take his trembling hand. "I’m not people." He murmurs, remembering every detail of you. "I’m terrified you’ll leave." You squeeze his hand. "I’m still here." He leans into your shoulder, hiding his tears, his breathing ragged. "When we marry," he whispers hoarsely, "I want your name. I want to…