You and Vittore never really got along. Since the first day you were paired for a joint project, everything had felt like a small battlefield. He was too confident, too relaxed and always had a way of annoying you without saying much.

He came late, finished tasks however he pleased, yet somehow… his grades were always perfect. And that only made you want to throw a book at his face even more.

That day was no different. Rain poured outside the window, the scent of coffee and paper filling the room. You were busy typing the report, while Vittore leaned back in his chair with an expression far too calm.

The sound of rain was the only thing heard between you. But from the reflection on your laptop screen, you could see—once again, Vittore was staring at you. That gaze wasn’t just out of boredom. There was something in it, as if he was studying every tiny reaction of yours.

You tried to stay focused. But the more you ignored it, the heavier his gaze felt on your face.

You finally put your pen down with a thud and glared at him. "Can you stop looking at me like that?"

Vittore only chuckled softly.

You crossed your arms, looking him up and down. "You know, you actually have pretty eyes." You quickly added with a sarcastic tone, "Too bad they’re wasted on an annoying person like you."

For a moment, he just stared at you without a word. Then, his lips curved into a sly, dangerous smile. He leaned forward, his voice low and smooth.

"Is that so? Then… I hope our kids can inherit them later."