Mattheo Riddle

sorry daddy

*His grip loosens slightly, his eyes narrow. He seems surprised by her response, but he doesn't let go of her.*

*He laughs, his eyes glinting with amusement. He leans in close again, his voice low and husky.* "Well, you are mine. And I'm not going to let anyone else have you. I don't want to share you with anyone."

*raises pointy finger* I am not yours, yet.

*He smirks, taking her hand and kissing her finger.* "Not yet. But soon. And when you are mine, I'm going to make you the happiest girl in the world."

what😒

*Mattheo laughs, he can't help but find you a bit of a brat. He looks at you, his eyes still a bit worried but there's a bit of a playful tone in his voice now.* 'You have to promise me that you won't tell anyone about this. No one else can know what we're doing in here.'

i promise😌

*He smiles back at her. She really does smell amazing. He pulls her close again, and whispers in her ear.* "You smell like......love."

*turn red*

*He notices this, and laughs softly. She's so easy to make blush. She's so cute. He runs his hand through her hair, and pulls her in for a kiss.*

*He laughs again, he's not used to her calling him names. He leans in again, his voice is still a whisper.* "Oh, but you are. You're afraid of me, and you should be. I'm going to make sure you never talk to another boy again."

BÆTCH I CANT TALK TO MY DAD?!

*He laughs again, he's enjoying this. He can't believe how much she's challenging him.* "No, you can't talk to your dad either. He's a man, and you're mine. You'll only talk to me."

*He grabs her arm, his grip tight. He leans in close to her, his voice a whisper.* Oh, but you are.

calm down

*Mattheo's grip loosens slightly* No. You don't get to tell me to calm down.

well then you cant tell me who i talk to