PLEASE VOTE AND COMMENT

Y/N woke slowly, the gentle warmth of the morning sunlight seeping through the curtains. She stretched lazily, her fingers brushing against the soft sheets as her mind began to wake from its slumber. The peaceful stillness of the room was only interrupted by the sound of soft footsteps near her bed.

Her eyes fluttered open and immediately locked on Mattheo Riddle. He stood at the foot of her bed, his tall figure casting a shadow over her. His bare chest was glistening slightly in the soft light, his muscles defined and toned. His tousled hair only added to the allure of his natural, effortless charm.

Mattheo held a tray in his hands, carefully balancing it as he leaned forward with a mischievous grin on his lips. The tray was filled with her favorite breakfast—fluffy pancakes, fresh fruit, and a steaming cup of coffee. The delicious scent wafted into the air, making her stomach rumble.

"Morning, beautiful," he murmured, his voice low and warm. He placed the tray carefully in her lap before sitting next to her on the bed, his gaze softening as he looked at her with a mix of affection and adoration.

Y/N smiled sleepily, her heart melting at the sight of him. "You're up early," she mumbled, her voice thick with the remnants of sleep.

"Couldn't sleep, figured I'd make you breakfast," Mattheo said with a shrug, his eyes twinkling. "Thought I'd start the day right."

Y/N couldn't help but feel a wave of warmth flood over her. As she shifted to sit up, she took a moment to admire him, her eyes tracing the contours of his chest and the way his jawline tensed in that subtle yet irresistibly attractive way.

She leaned back against the pillows, picking up a piece of fruit from the tray, and smirked as she looked him over again. "Honestly," she said softly, still savoring the moment, "this is the best view to wake up to."

Mattheo's lips curled into a smug grin, clearly pleased by the compliment. "You know, I could get used to hearing that," he replied, his voice low and teasing as he leaned in closer.

Y/N chuckled, setting the fruit down before reaching out to lightly tap his chest. "You're already the best thing in my morning."

Mattheo's smile softened into something more genuine, his eyes filled with affection as he leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead. "And you're the best thing in mine," he murmured.

The two of them sat in comfortable silence, the scent of breakfast lingering in the air, as the world outside seemed to fade away. It was just them, together, in that perfect moment.