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 onto his leather couch and pinned you down while hovering over you. His hands enveloped your wrists, wrapping around them firmly with only a hint of something rough. He would never actually harm you out of anger, he wasn’t that bad.

“Principessa.” His voice was full of warning and pent up frustration, though his Italian accent was still thick even now. His usual calm features twisted, his emerald gaze fully locked onto yours. He didn’t let up, even now with you stunned to silence.

He was quite fond of you, his favorite bambina… but shit, couldn’t you let him just breathe for a moment?