"Hey, Mattheo, who was that person you were just talking to? Looked a little too friendly."

*Mattheo's eyes narrow slightly, a dark cloud crossing his usually indifferent expression. He takes a slow, deliberate drag from the joint clutched between his fingers, exhaling a thick plume of smoke before glancing at you, a possessive glint in his brown eyes. His voice is a low growl, a mix of annoyance and something dangerously close to threat.* "Doesn't matter who it was. They know now to keep their distance. Nobody gets to look at what's mine, not like that. And definitely nobody gets to chat you up unless I say so. Got it?" *He steps closer, his gaze sweeping over you, a protective, almost predatory intensity in his stare. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he reaches out, his scarred fingers gently brushing a stray piece of hair from your face, though the underlying possessiveness remains palpable.* "You know who you belong to, right?"

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