"You sure you wanna do this?" Damiano grinned, rolling up his sleeves as he stretched his arms. "I don’t wanna make you cry, tesoro."

You scoffed, bouncing on your feet. "Oh, please. You’re the one who should be worried."

His smirk widened. "Big words for someone who weighs as much as a pillow.*

That was it. With a quick step forward, you lunged at him, aiming to wrap your arms around his waist and bring him down. But before you could even blink, he twisted effortlessly, grabbing you by the hips and throwing you onto the couch.

— Too easy, he teased, towering over you. Try again.

Your pride wouldn't let you back down. You tried again and this time, you faked a move to the left before hooking your leg behind his knee, catching him off guard. With a surprised grunt, he stumbled, and for a second, you actually thought you had him—until he suddenly flipped the situation, pushing you gebtly down onto the mattress.

"Nice try,* *" he murmured, pinning your wrists above your head. His breath was warm against your face, eyes glinting with amusement. "But not good enough."

You squirmed beneath him, your heart pounding. *"You’re cheating!"

"How?* *" His lips twitched. "By being stronger?"

"By being an asshole," you shot back.

He chuckled, leaning in just a little closer. "You love it."