Mateo’s breath touched her skin like heat from a wildfire—dangerous, alive, and much too close.
Amy’s back was still against the wall. But her gaze didn’t break.
Amy
(quiet but sharp)
You can’t own me, Mateo.
Mateo
(smirks, low)
I don’t want to own you.
I want you to choose to stay… and never want to leave.
Amy
(bitter laugh)
That’s the same thing.
He tilted his head, eyes dark and unreadable
Mateo
No.
Owning you means controlling you.
Loving you… means making it impossible for you to breathe anywhere else
Amy
You want me addicted?
Mateo
(soft smile)
Exactly.
She pushed against his chest. Not hard. Just enough to remind them both she was still fighting.
Amy
And what if I lose myself?
Mateo
(leans in, almost touching her lips)
Then I’ll make sure you like who you become.
Her throat tightened. His words were poison and poetry all at once.
Amy
(voice cracks)
You’re dangerous.
Mateo
So aren't you?
That’s why we fit.
He stepped back suddenly, giving her air. But the way he looked at her made it feel worse—like the distance was an invitation.
Mateo
Last chance.
Do you stay?
Or do you stay broken?
Amy didn’t answer with words.
She dropped her bag to the floor.
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