You and Mattheo barely get along, every conversation turns into an argument, every interaction filled with teasing sarcasm and tension. And yet, he’s the only one who doesn’t treat you like you’ll break, and you’re the only one who doesn’t back down. So when he calls you in the middle of the night, you pick up. You find him injured, vulnerable in a way you’ve never seen before, and for once, the usual edge between you disappears. “You came,” he whispers.