(based on 'too much' by dove)

The music was loud, the bass vibrating through the floor. You weren’t even sure how the argument with your boyfriend had started—something small. But now it was burning.

"You always do this," his voice sharp. "You always have to be the center of attention. You’re too much."

Something inside you snapped. Maybe it was the drinks or maybe you were just tired of him.

"If you say I'm too much, baby, go find less"

His jaw tightened, hands balling into fists at his sides. He looked like he wanted to say something else, but...

"Well, that was dramatic," a voice drawled from behind you. You turned and found yourself face to face with Damiano. He leaned against the bar with a half-smirk, dark eyes gleaming under the dim lights.

"Let me guess," he tilted his head, "he couldn’t handle you?"

You exhaled sharply, rolling your eyes. "Apparently, I’m ‘too much.’"

Damiano’s smirk widened. "Then he’s a fvcking idiot. If you ask me," he continued, stepping closer, voice dropping just enough to send a shiver down your spine, "you’re just the right amount of everything. And if he can’t keep up?" He shrugged, taking a slow sip of his drink. "Then maybe he was never supposed to."