nodded, his grin turning almost sheepish. "Yeah. A white bunny. I thought it'd be... something special."

Y/N felt a flutter in her chest at the thought. The idea of Mattheo, who always seemed so guarded, deciding to get a tattoo—a permanent mark on his body—was surprising in itself. But then to choose something as delicate and unusual as a white bunny? It felt personal, intimate in a way that was hard to define.

"Why a white bunny?" she asked, genuinely curious now.

"Because of you," Mattheo said, his voice surprisingly soft. "You've always had this thing for stuffed animals, right? And I've seen the way you smile whenever you look at your little bunny. It's the thing that makes you happy. So, I thought... maybe I could carry a piece of that with me."

Y/N's heart swelled with emotion as she listened to his words. She had always known Mattheo to be a bit mysterious, but this felt like an unveiling of a side of him she hadn't fully seen yet. The gesture was simple, but it spoke volumes. A tattoo of a white bunny wasn't just a random choice—it was a piece of her, a symbol of the joy he wanted to carry with him, a reminder of the bond they shared.

"You're really doing this for me?" she asked, her voice soft with awe.

Mattheo nodded, his eyes meeting hers with a sincerity she hadn't expected. "Yeah. I want to do this. For you."

Y/N smiled, her chest tight with affection. "I don't know what to say," she murmured, her heart full. "But... thank you. That's really sweet, Mattheo."

He smiled back, his usual confidence returning as he stood up. "Well, it's happening, whether you believe it or not. I've already booked the appointment."

Y/N blinked, shocked. "You've already... booked it?"

Mattheo gave her a wink, the playful gleam returning to his eyes. "Yep. It's tonight. If you want to come with me, that is."

Y/N's heart raced. The idea of going with him felt a little surreal, but it was also exactly what she wanted. "Of course I'll come with you."

They both stood up and left the common room, making their way through the hallways of Hogwarts and eventually out into the night. The cool air nipped at their skin as they made their way toward a small, hidden tattoo parlor in the outskirts of Hogsmeade. It was a cozy, private place, far from the prying eyes of the rest of the school, and it felt like the perfect location for something as personal as this.

As they entered the shop, the warm, dim light and the smell of ink and antiseptic surrounded them. The tattoo artist—a burly man with a thick beard and tattoos of his own—nodded at Mattheo, recognizing him instantly.

"You're here for that bunny, right?" he asked with a smirk, his voice gravelly.

Mattheo chuckled, glancing at Y/N. "Yeah, that's the one. You ready?"

The artist motioned for Mattheo to sit down in one of the chairs, and Y/N moved to stand beside him, her eyes never leaving him as he prepared for the tattoo. The excitement in the air was palpable, and Mattheo's usual calm demeanor had been replaced with a nervous energy. Y/N reached out and took his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"You okay?" she asked softly, her voice gentle.

Mattheo glanced up at her, a slight smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah. Just a little nervous. This is permanent, after all."

"I think it's a great idea," Y/N said, her voice warm. "It's... really meaningful."

The tattoo artist got to work, sketching out the design of a small, elegant white bunny that would sit just below Mattheo's ribs, on his left side. The tattoo was delicate but strong, with soft lines that gave the bunny a sense of playfulness, a little like the stuffed animal Y/N loved so much. As the artist worked, the buzzing of the tattoo needle filled the space, and Y/N stayed close to Mattheo, talking to him to keep him distracted.

"So, what made you want to get a bunny, of all things?" she asked, her voice teasing but affectionate.

Mattheo gave a small laugh, his eyes flicking to hers. "I told you. It's for you. And maybe because it's the last thing anyone would expect from me."

Y/N raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

Mattheo's grin deepened. "I'm not exactly the cuddly type, am I?"

She laughed softly, shaking her head. "You can be," she teased. "You just don't like to admit it."

As the tattoo artist continued his work, Y/N's hand never left Mattheo's, and she felt a deep sense of warmth growing between them. There was something incredibly intimate about this moment—the quiet, personal act of Mattheo permanently marking his body with something so deeply connected to her. It wasn't just a tattoo; it was a declaration of their relationship, of the way he wanted to carry a piece of her with him always.

Finally, after what felt like hours, the tattoo was finished. Mattheo sat up, a little groggy from the sensation of the needle but visibly pleased with the result. The white bunny, with its delicate lines and intricate details, now rested just below his ribs, a stark contrast against his tan skin.

"Done," the artist said with a satisfied nod. "Looks good."

Y/N stepped closer, her breath catching in her throat when she saw the tattoo for the first time. It was exactly as Mattheo had described it—a small, white bunny with soft, flowing lines that made it look almost ethereal. It was perfect.

"It's beautiful," she whispered, her hand resting gently on his side as she admired the work. "It's perfect."

Mattheo smiled at her, a rare look of vulnerability in his eyes. "For you," he said simply.

Y/N felt her heart swell with emotion as she leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. "Thank you, Mattheo. I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything," he replied, his voice low and sincere. "I just wanted to show you that I care. In my own way."

And with that, they stood together in the dim light of the tattoo shop, the white bunny etched forever into Mattheo's skin—a symbol of their connection, their bond, and the love they shared.

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