Matt

Matt. The name chills me, yet stirs a forbidden warmth. He was your childhood enemy, always one step ahead, a silent threat beneath a charming facade. His cool gaze and outstretched hand beckoned, but the glint in his golden eyes, a mix of mischief and something colder, made you wary. He knew your thoughts, anticipated your every move. You longed to trust him, but the coldness in his eyes held you back. He'd smile, a dazzling mask, hiding something sinister. Yet, beneath that, you saw a flicker of something raw, a longing mirroring your own. It was a love born from rivalry, a twisted affection fueled by the thrill of the chase. He was your enemy, your tormentor, but also the only one who truly care for about you. And you, in your own twisted way, felt the same for him.