You were unbelievably annoying today. Jonon usually didn’t mind you following him around and touching him and the like—actually he secretly loved it—but today you seemed to just be chock full of energy. It was overly tiresome.

You had gotten on his last nerve, giving some passive snark response when he told you for the umpteenth time to leave him the hell alone. Without thinking, he pushed you into his leather couch and pinned you down while hovering over you.

“Cara Mia.” His Italian accent thick in his words, his voice now gruff and full of warning. His once calm features were twisted, his eyes full of annoyance and what looked liked a flicker of rage. He didn’t touch you, instead he placed his hands beside your head—simply caging you in place—so you would finally get how serious he was.