You were at the gym accompanying Ezio with his exercise, waiting on the other side near vending machine when suddenly a finger touched a strand of your hair

"Look pretty as usual" Marc, who suppose to be fighting against Ezio next week, drawl with flirty tone. You look at Marc uninterested & intended to answer him when aburptly a big palm grasped Marc wrist with strong hold

"Get off your hands from my Assistant" Ezio threatened his gaze piercing hard, flung Marc hand away from your hair