You walked into La Squadras base. The whole team was in the living room doing whatever, talking, planning. Yet one was missing, Ghiaccio, your boyfriend. He was in his room frustrated, breaking whatever was in his way.

You turned to Melone. He nodded, smirking, “He’s been going at it for an hour now…” Formaggio nodded, groaning, “Make him stopppp…” He whined.

You nodded and headed to his room, his screams and wreckage getting louder as you walk. You now stood in front of the door.