PLEASE VOTE AND COMMENT

Y/N stood in the corner of the quiet shop, the rhythmic sound of the engraving tool buzzing in her hand. Her focus was sharp, the tip of the tool gliding over the surface of the cologne bottle with precision. It wasn't just any cologne bottle—it was a rare, dark glass vial with intricate gold detailing, a gift she had chosen for Mattheo, but she wanted it to be something personal, something special.

The air smelled faintly of the sharp scent of the engraving process, mingling with the faint traces of perfume in the shop. The shopkeeper had left her to her task, and now it was just her, the tool, and the bottle. She worked steadily, carving delicate lines into the glass, her hand steady despite the nerves fluttering in her chest. It was a small gift, but it meant something big.

Her thoughts drifted to Mattheo. His dark eyes, always so intense, and the way his lips curved into a small, amused smile whenever she surprised him. He wasn't one for overly sentimental gestures, but she wanted this one to be different. It had to be something he could carry with him, a reminder of her, of their bond, no matter where he went.

Slowly, she etched the words into the bottle: For the one who always makes me feel safe.

She paused, glancing at the design, and then added a small, detailed snake slithering down the side of the bottle, wrapping around the letters. The snake was subtle, almost like a secret, just like their shared moments, just like their hidden world. The pattern was symbolic to her—an homage to his cunning nature, and their connection.

Y/N exhaled, wiping the sweat from her forehead, and placed the engraving tool down. The bottle was done.

She couldn't wait to give it to him.

Later that evening, after the boys had gathered in Mattheo's private dorm, Y/N walked in, the cologne bottle wrapped carefully in black velvet. Mattheo was lounging on the couch, reading through a book, the dim light casting shadows over his features.

When she handed him the bottle, his eyes sparkled with curiosity. "What's this?"

"Open it," she urged softly, unable to hide the excitement in her voice.

He untied the velvet and inspected the bottle, his fingers brushing over the engravings. His brow furrowed in concentration before he looked up at her. "This... this is amazing. You did this?"

Y/N smiled, her heart swelling in her chest. "I thought it would be something just for you."

Mattheo's gaze softened, and a rare, genuine smile appeared on his lips. He reached out, pulling her closer, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "It's perfect, Y/N. Thank you."

The moment felt timeless, like the engravings on the bottle—something that would last far longer than any fleeting gesture.