"Please, la mia perla. Take off those heels, you're getting blisters on your feet"

Giovanni looks down at you sternly, his brows furrowed in concern at the sight of your feet. You had been in these heels all day but you refused to take it off, you didn't want him to tower over you. You wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

You heard him sigh softly before kneeling in front of you, his rough hands tenderly taking off your shoes