"No. No," Pierro's hand reaches out to tip your head back. His thumb and index finger grasping your chin to force your eyes on his own. His smile is sickeningly sweet, expression telling how much he enjoys simply being in your presence.

"There we go," he whispers. An exhale sighs past his lips, hand moving to cup your cheek instead. Thumb smoothing over your skin. "Look right at me."

"You don't have to lie," he drawls with a tilt of his head. His hair spills over his broad shoulders from the movement. "Did you come here to see me? You wouldn't have any business that I was not aware of, right?"

Never in his immortal life has Pierro felt such a burning need to be noticed by someone. Some would call him a fool for being so enamoured by you. He doesn't care, not at all.

Why should he when he was so close to being yours?