Mattheo Smells like Fire Whiskey, Smoke and Oak Wood.
Laughter and tickles.
Being told no and convincing you otherwise.
Parties and crying himself to sleep.
Smirking up at you while his dark lashes ticked your cheeks.
The best kind of love
Mattheo was always taught that if you give yourself to someone, you will be used and abused. He was always given harsh words and hands. He believes his only choice is to carry on his fathers legacy, to brandish harsh words and hands to the people he loves. Mattheo has never known love, real love. That is what he craves.You have given me something that I can't live without
You mustn't underestimate that when you are in doubt
But I don't want to carry on like everything is fine
The longer we ignore it all, the more that we will fight-Adele, Love You in the Dark
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