it hadn’t been his fault, honestly. too much bubbling up throughout your day caused you to eventually boil over.

when Luca had barged his way into your room after your treacherous day, he hadn’t expected you to be so.. on edge.

you snap your head over to him, immediately beginning to growl harsh words at him as he stands in your doorway. his good eye wide, hand still lingering on the doorknob.

and he shuts his mouth. and listens.