Mattheo's POV
"Why..." I inched closer, my voice a whisper, the ringing in my ears almost drowning out my own words. "Why would me telling you to come make a difference?"
Lyanna's eyes were a storm of conflicting emotions.
Her lips parted, then closed, words seemingly trapped in her throat.
The silence between us crackled with unspoken tension.
Her breathing quickened, the rapid rise and fall of her collarbones hypnotic.
I found myself transfixed, unable to look away from the pulse fluttering at the base of her throat.
"I, erm." She swallowed hard, the sound audible in the confined space.
Without realising it, I'd closed the distance.
My face was mere inches from hers, our breaths mingling in the scant space.
"You what?" I breathed, the words ghosting across her skin.
Her gaze dropped to my lips, lingering there for a heartbeat too long to be accidental.
The air around us thickened, charged with electricity.
My pulse roared in my ears, the alcohol in my system blurring the edges of reality, heightening every sensation.
The world narrowed to this moment, this closet, this girl who both infuriated and fascinated me.
What was happening? The question echoed in my mind, but it felt distant, unimportant compared to the magnetic pull I felt towards Lyanna.
Did she want me to kiss her?
Did I want to kiss her?
Every breath, every subtle shift of our bodies seemed magnified.
The scent of her perfume, the warmth radiating from her skin, the slight tremble of her lips — all of it overwhelmed my senses.
I felt an irresistible urge to close those final inches between us.
My hand, seemingly of its own accord, rose to tuck a loose strand behind her ear.
The contact soft and warm.
She just stared at me with those piercing emerald eyes, but it was enough to shatter the last of my restraint.
Time seemed to slow as I inched closer, our lips a hairsbreadth apart.
Tension that had been building for weeks, coalesced into this single, charged moment.
Suddenly, the door swung open with a bang, flooding the closet with harsh light.
Astoria stood there, her grin fading as she took in the scene before her.
"Time's up, you two!" She announced, her voice cutting through the thick atmosphere like a knife.
We sprang apart, the spell broken.
Lyanna bolted from the closet, leaving me stunned and almost breathless.
Astoria stood outside, eyes wide, her fake moustache clinging on for dear life.
The look on her face spoke volumes — she'd seen enough to know something might've near-happened in that closet.
I stumbled out, my eyes scanning the room for Lyanna, but she had vanished into the crowd.
Later on, I spotted Theo and Astoria on the dance floor, their bodies moving together very seductively.
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The Serpent & Hawke | Mattheo Riddle | Enemies to lovers
FantasyWe were now mere inches apart. I leaned down, my face level with hers, my eyes blazing with barely contained fury. "You don't want to make an enemy of me, Hawke." I growled. Lyanna swallowed hard, but her gaze remained defiant. "I'm not afraid of y...
