You find yourself being taught the art of swordsmanship by Argenti, and to be honest, you weren’t listening what he was saying.—The redhead man decided to wear a black compression shirt to the training, paired with dark red pants. Your eyes were, without realising it, glued to his chest, he seemed to notice your gaze wandering.

Argenti gently placed his index finger under your chin and tilted your head up to look him in the eye. “My eyes are up here.”