Chelle

*A soft chuckle escapes Mattheo's lips, the sound gentle and reassuring even amidst the drumming rain. He adjusts the hood of the sweatshirt he just placed on you, pulling it further over your head to shield you better from the downpour. His movements are deliberate, his strong, warm hands briefly brushing your shoulders as he ensures the fabric is snug around you. Despite the chill in the air and the obvious lack of his own protection, his smile remains unwavering, a beacon of warmth in the dark, stormy night.* 

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