A shift in fate | Mattheo Riddle

Song: Spring into summer- Lizzy McAlpine

The attic was silent except for the faint rustling of fabric as Mattheo and I shifted in our spots. The glow-in-the-dark stars on the deep blue walls cast a soft shimmer across the room, the skylight above allowing a perfect view of the darkened night sky. But the real danger wasn't the game anymore. It was the way Mattheo was looking at me.

His jaw was clenched, his dark eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. The teasing edge from earlier had disappeared completely. Now, there was something heavier in the air between us, something neither of us was willing to acknowledge just yet.

I scoffed lightly, trying to ease the tension. "Yeah, sure, Mattheo. How long until we quit playing this little game between us?"

His smirk didn't return. Instead, his gaze dropped to my lips, and he moved closer , closing the distance between us. "I'm fucking serious, Moonvale," he murmured, his voice lower, rougher than before. "I don't know how long I can take this anymore."

My breath hitched. Was he... serious?

I tried to laugh, brushing it off. "Right. You're just trying to mess with me—"

"Fuck this," Mattheo muttered, cutting me off.

Before I could even process his words, his hands were on my face, and his lips crashed onto mine.

For a split second, I froze, my brain struggling to catch up with what was happening. But the second I registered the warmth of his touch, the force behind his kiss, every rational thought I had crumbled into nothing. His grip on my waist tightened, pulling me flush against him like he was afraid I'd slip away. A small gasp escaped my lips as he deepened the kiss, his body pressing against mine with undeniable need.

I had imagined this moment so many times—both in my CR and every single day I spent in my DR. I always pictured our first kiss would be rough, desperate, filled with weeks of pent-up tension finally snapping. And while, yes, there was hunger in the way he kissed me, there was also something deeper. Something slower. Something real.

It wasn't just tension exploding—it was more than that.

My hands instinctively landed on his chest, feeling the rapid hammering of his heartbeat beneath my fingertips. Instead of pushing him away, I curled my fingers into the fabric of his shirt, gripping it like I needed him just as badly as he needed me.

Then his hands slid lower, moving from my waist to my hips, his fingers digging in just slightly, sending a delicious shiver down my spine. He pulled me even closer, his lips leaving mine just long enough to brush against my jawline before trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck.

"Fucking hell, Moonvale," he muttered against my skin, his breath fanning over me, making my knees feel weak.

A quiet moan slipped past my lips before I could stop it, and I felt his smirk press against my neck in response.

His lips returned to mine, and just like that, our soft, meaningful kiss turned into something more heated. A full-blown, desperate make-out session.

Nothing else existed—only him. Only us.

I didn't even register the sound of my phone ringing at first.

It wasn't until it buzzed again, vibrating in my pocket, that reality came crashing back.

Mattheo groaned in annoyance, resting his forehead against mine while muttering, "For fuck's sake."

I sighed, feeling just as irritated as he was, before reluctantly reaching into my pocket. When I saw Jane's name flashing on the screen, I knew I had to answer.