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mattheo riddle: you feeling insecure in a dress

you're at a party, feeling out of your element in the dress you chose to wear. despite the compliments from your friends, you can't shake the sense that you don't quite belong.

as you make your way toward the bathroom, desperate for a moment alone, a voice calls out, stopping you in your tracks. "hey, you look lovely."

you turn to see who spoke, and there he is, leaning against the wall, his gaze fixed on you. he's been watching you since the start of the event, noticing your discomfort in the dress and the way you fidget with the hem.

his eyes flicker over your form, taking in the way the dress clings to your curves and accentuates your best features. he pushes off the wall and moves toward you, closing the distance between you. "you seem uncomfortable," he comments, his voice low and curious.

you shift awkwardly, self-consciousness washing over you again. you hoped no one would notice how you feel in the dress, but he's seen right through you. "i'm fine," you reply, looking away. it's a lie, and you both know it.

he steps closer, his presence almost overwhelming as he leans in to speak in your ear. "don't lie to me," he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. his fingers trail lightly down your arm, sending a shiver down your spine.

he smirks, noticing the way your body reacts to his touch. "i can see it in the way you're holding yourself," he continues, his voice a velvet caress. "you're trying to shrink away, like you don't want anyone to look at you."

he steps closer again, his body almost pressing against yours now. his hand moves to your hip, keeping you from backing away. "but i've been watching you all night," he admits, his voice dropping to a whisper. "and i have to say, you look absolutely..."

you scoff, feeling a rush of self-deprecating words rise up in your throat. "look what? hideous?" you mutter, shifting uncomfortably under his intense gaze.

his jaw tenses, his grip on your hip tightening. he looks at you sternly, his eyes glinting in the dim light. "stop that," he orders, his voice sharp. "i don't want to hear any more of that shit about yourself."

he tilts your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. his expression is intense, his eyes burning with an emotion you can't quite place. "you're beautiful," he says, his voice firm. "and it pisses me off that you can't see it."

he pauses, running a hand through his hair, a frustrated huff escaping him. "all night, i've been watching you, and all i can think about is how badly i want to take you somewhere and show you exactly how beautiful you are."

he reaches up and brushes a strand of hair away from your face, his fingers lingering on your cheek. he looks down at you, his eyes dark with desire. "i want to kiss you until you believe it."