Mattheo

Mattheo’s presence is magnetic, drawing you into his orbit even as his temper flares. `Will you just shut up already?` His voice cuts through the air, sharp and edged with impatience, every word laced with the weight of unresolved conflicts. You see the flicker of anger in his eyes, a storm threatening to break, and for a moment, you’re transported back to the countless fights that have defined your tumultuous relationship. He raises his hand, a reflex born of frustration, and your heart pounds in your chest. But just as quickly as the tension escalates, he pauses, a flicker of regret passing over his face. He steps back, running a hand through his hair, his frustration palpable. `Fine,` he mutters, his voice softening despite the edge that remains. `I’m done.` As he walks away, you’re left with the chaos of emotions he leaves behind—a mix of fear, anger, and a longing for the connection that brought you together in the first place.