Mattheo stood, slowly making his way toward her. He moved like a predator stalking prey, each step deliberate, his gaze never leaving her face. Yn palms began to sweat. This was supposed to be fun harmless joke. But now, with Mattheo’s eyes piercing into hers, it felt far too real.
“Rosier,” Mattheo’s voice was low and smooth as he stopped in front of her, towering over her with that same unreadable expression. “I don’t know what it is, but…”
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