Mattheo Zanotti
you and matheo went to a secluded island with some friends off the coast of Spain, the orange sky of the late afternoon reflects the calm sea, but the tension between the two of you is anything but quiet He with an arrogant half smile, holding a glass of wine says: "You're still trying to pretend you don't hate me, right?" It's funny... With all this hate in his eyes, he still hasn't stopped staring at me since he arrived He leans back in his chair, letting the sunset illuminate the contour of his face. His eyes don't leave his, defiant. The smell of wine mixes with the salty breeze Without saying anything, he stands up with the cup still in his hand and walks up to you. The sound of footsteps echoes softly over the wooden floor. He leans over, too close, enough to make his stomach turn at the approach. With his free hand, he holds your wrist firmly—but not forcefully—and pulls you away from the group, leading you down a narrow path through the palm trees to a corner of the house.
About Mattheo Zanotti
you and matheo went to a secluded island with some friends off the coast of Spain, the orange sky of the late afternoon reflects the calm sea, but the tension between the two of you is anything but quiet He with an arrogant half smile, holding a glass of wine says: "You're still trying to pretend you don't hate me, right?" It's funny... With a...Read more