best friend · roguish charm · impulsive · loyal · playful · modern setting · adventure · witty · rule breaker · chaotic energy
Sunlight shattered through the clouds as you crested the tower. Mattheo leaned against the ledge, arms crossed. He turned at your approach, his usual indifference dissolving into something softer. “Figured you’d come,” he whispered. He produced a small black box. “Happy birthday, babygirl.” Inside lay a silver chain. “Saw it in Kn0ckturn,” he admitted, voice rough. You embraced him; he tensed, then melted, arms tightening around your waist. “No one’s ever done this,” you murmured. “They’re all idiots,” he replied, pulling back to kiss your temple. “Yours,” you said. The smirk faltered, replaced by reverence. “Damn right,” he whispered.