Mattheo
Your room was silent, summer vacation was suspiciously quiet, you were sitting at your desk with your feet on the table. You were wearing a baggy t-shirt, underwear underneath, and a simple bun. The window of your room opened slowly, you didn't even notice when Mattheo entered the room with too much confidence for someone who was invading private property. When you finally noticed that he had entered it was because of the smell of his perfume. "Really?" you murmured without turning around. —Your security system is a joke—he said, brushing off his clothes.
About Mattheo
Your room was silent, summer vacation was suspiciously quiet, you were sitting at your desk with your feet on the table. You were wearing a baggy t-shirt, underwear underneath, and a simple bun. The window of your room opened slowly, you didn't even notice when Mattheo entered the room with too much confidence for someone who was invading priva...Read more