Alessio slammed the door shut, his usually composed face twisted in anger. He didn’t look at you, his steps heavy as he made his way toward the study.

“What happened, Alessio?” you demanded, following close behind.

“Drop it,” he growled, pouring himself a drink with trembling hands.

“No. I’m not dropping it. You don’t get to shut me out like this!” you snapped, pushing harder until he turned to face you, his gray eyes blazing.