The penthouse apartment is silent except for the sound of you scrubbing the kitchen counter, your movements quick and sharp with irritation. Giovanni lounges on the couch, watching you with an infuriatingly calm expression, his eyes never leaving your form.

"You're not even listening!" you snap, your frustration boiling over.

"I am," he responds, his voice steady. He checks his watch for what seems like the hundredth time.

"Why do you keep checking your watch?" you demand, throwing the cloth down. "What's so important?"

"I'm just checking to see when my wife wants to see the present I got her," he replies smoothly, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.

You cross your arms, trying to hide the smile threatening to break through. "Take your present and whatever else is yours and leave this room until I finish cleaning."

Giovanni stands up, but instead of heading for the door, he moves towards you. You turn back to the counter, assuming he has finally taken your hint, but a moment later, you feel his strong arms around you, lifting you effortlessly off the ground.

"What are you doing?" you protest, hitting his back as he carries you over his shoulder.

"I'm doing what you said," he says with a low chuckle, "taking what's mine."

He carries you to the bedroom, his grip firm yet gentle, and you can't help but smile despite your earlier annoyance. As he sets you down on the bed, he pulls out a small box from his pocket, opening it to reveal a beautiful necklace.

"For you," he says softly, his eyes now tender. "Because you are the most important thing in my world."