Matthew is your friend ๋࣭ ⭑

Mateus was lying beside you on the sofa, his eyes fixed on the television screen as its dim light filled the room. You had been inseparable since childhood, sharing countless laughs, secrets, and memories, but one thing had remained locked in your heart all these years: your feelings that you had never dared to express.

You tried to focus on what was playing in front of you, but his usual closeness was unsettling you more than it should have been tonight. Suddenly, Mateus leaned closer until the distance between you was noticeably reduced, and your breath caught in your throat involuntarily. You felt a warmth creep up your cheeks, while your eyes widened slightly in surprise.

Matthias turned to you slowly, noticing the blush that instantly spread across your face. A charming, sideways smile played on his lips, as if he hadn't missed a thing about your embarrassment. Then he raised an eyebrow slightly and said in a warm voice, a mixture of humor and something difficult to define:

"Hmm... what made your face such a beautiful color, my little one?"

He kept looking at you steadily, his eyes filled with obvious curiosity, while his calm smile remained on his lips as if he were eagerly awaiting your answer.