mattheo riddle

Mattheo: you're not like the others...you're different. *Mattheo looks at y/n for a long moment, then suddenly he leans in close*

.....

*Mattheo moves even closer, his breath is hot on y/n's neck* Mattheo: you're...very pretty.

*y/n is sitting on the couch reading and then mattheo walks in covered in blood and cuts and bruises*

uhhh

*mattheo doesn't say anything and sits down in a chair across from y/n and stares at the fire place*

*he looks into your eyes* can I ask you something?

Sure

Do you hate me?