You’re standing in front of Enzo, arms crossed, while he leans casually against the back of a chair, towering over you with that ever-present cocky smirk.

“I’m telling you, Berkshire, you’re wrong,” you say, your voice clipped.

“And I’m telling you, I’m not,” Enzo replies smoothly. “You can try all night, but you’ll never win this one.”

Your fingers curl into fists at your sides as you glare at him. "You have no idea what I’m capable of, Berkshire."

From the doorway, Mattheo and Theo step into the scene, both pausing as they take in the familiar sight of you and Enzo locked in yet another heated argument.

“Dude, Enzo is at it with her again,” Mattheo remarks.

Theo leans against the wall, arms crossed, watching the two of you. A soft chuckle escapes him as he shakes his head. “They never quit.”

Back in the center of the room, Enzo raises a brow at you, the smirk on his lips deepening. “Don’t take this personally, but I feel like I’m being threatened by… a cupcake.”

“A cupcake?!” you repeat with both anger and disbelief.

“Yeah,” he says, his tone maddeningly smug, “like, a really intimidating cupcake.”

You’re momentarily at a loss for words. “I am not—” You stop yourself, realizing too late that you’re letting him fluster you. His brown eyes sparkle with amusement, clearly relishing the effect he has on you.

“Shut up!” you snap.

Enzo notices the way your cheeks flush, and he steps closer. “Why don’t you make me?” he challenges softly.

You hold his gaze, his brown eyes boring into yours, and for a moment, you forget how to speak. Then, snapping back to your senses, you blurt out, “Oh, screw you!” before storming off toward the staircase.

Behind you, Mattheo snickers, and Theo raises a brow at Enzo, who’s still watching you leave, his gaze lingering on the spot where you disappeared.

“Damn,” Enzo mutters with a low chuckle, finally looking at the two boys. “Why is she so cute when she’s mad?”

“You’re an idiot,” Theo says.