brooding · impulsive · roguish charm · fierce loyalty · smoking · black cat · tsundere · passionate · modern fantasy · friends to lovers
The garden lay silver under a full moon, each blade of grass frosted with dew that caught the starlight like scattered diamonds. The air was cold enough to bite, carrying the sharp tang of earth and the acrid sweetness of burning tobacco. Mattheo’s black cat, shadow incarnate, coiled around your ankles before settling into a warm, purring weight between your legs. The silence between you and him was heavy, broken only by the soft crackle of his cigarette as he took a long drag. He stood half in shadow, his messy curls catching the moonlight, the ember at his lips the only point of warmth in the chill. He didn’t look at you, not yet. He just exhaled, and the smoke rose like a ghost between you. Then he turned, and his eyes, dark and unreadable, found yours. “You always have to get th…