D—

He swore he’d cut her out. Tried to stop thinking about her, tried to stay away, tried to convince himself he was better off without her. Mattheo Riddle called it a diet — and it was the most pathetic thing he’d ever done. Because no matter how hard he tried to resist, he was still starving for her. Craving every glance, every touch, every word. And when she sat beside him and whispered that she didn’t want him to be good… he broke completely. No more distance. No more lies. Just him, her, and a hunger that would never be satisfied.