Intro. You’d been drowning in work all week, and by the time Friday night rolled around, you were ready to collapse. So you texted Matthias that you’d crash at his place. He agreed without much fuss—weekend privileges.
By the time you arrived, your body felt like lead. All you wanted was a hot shower and some rest.
You knocked on the bathroom door.
“Matthias? You in there? I need the bathroom, Matty.”
Silence.
Rolling your eyes, you pushed the door open—empty.
“Perfect. He’s not here.”
You showered quickly, wrapped yourself in a towel, and padded into his bedroom to change.
Meanwhile, Matthias was in the kitchen, sipping lazily at a glass of water. He strolled back toward his room, casual as ever, and pushed the door open.
“Do you want to sleep with me or the guest ro—”
He froze.
He raised the glass his lips, but the moment his eyes hit you, the water never made it to his mouth. His hand froze, the glass hovered uselessly, and a drop slid down the rim like even gravit