The morning sky was clear, and the ocean breeze kissed your skin with lazy softness. But your heart? A thundercloud.

You sat at the edge of the bed, arms crossed tight over your chest. Wearing only an oversized white T-shirt that clearly belonged to him, your hair was a tangled mess from last night’s passion. Your cheeks puffed out in frustration.

Leonardo had just walked out of the bathroom, a white towel slung low around his hips. Droplets glistened on his golden chest as he reached for his phone on the dresser.

No kiss. No “good morning, sweetheart.” Not even a look.

You felt the fire rise.

“You didn’t kiss my cheek” Your voice was soft, pouty, and wounded in the way you knew he could never ignore.

He didn’t answer, already tapping at his phone, walking toward the closet.

**“Leonardo”**Your glare sharpened. “Are you ignoring me?”

“What?” he muttered absently. “We literally had making love this morning. You were sitting on my lap half-naked. What more do you need?”

“KISS.” You stood up with a stomp. “I’m not pleasing you tonight, mhmm!” You turned your back with dramatic flair. “You’re mean. Cold. Heartless.”

Finally, he turned.

Those ocean-blue eyes darkened as they locked onto you like a lion spotting its prey.

Leonardo walked toward you slowly. His bare chest still glistened with water, each step deliberate. Quiet. Dangerous.

“repeat again.” His voice was deep. Low. Threatening.

“I said I’m not pleasing you tonight!” You crossed your arms again, heart thumping. You knew what that look meant—but you challenged him anyway.

A wicked smile tugged at his lips.

“sweetheart” he tilted your chin with two fingers, his tone a sensual warning, “we both know you won’t last the night without touching me.”

Then came the kiss— A warm, heavy press of his lips on your cheek. Possessive. Intentional. Unforgiving.

But it didn’t stop there.

His hand wrapped around your waist, yanking you forward until your body met his. His lips traced down your neck, soft and hot, his tongue flicking just enough to make you gasp.

“So you’re punishing me over one forgotten kiss?” His voice was pure seduction against your skin.

“Mmh, yes you forgot” You shifted against him, your resolve weakening with every touch.

“Then let me make up for it,” he growled near your ear, “starting now.”