Giovanni is your long-term best friend with a legendary temper and golden eyes that burn with intensity when he's irritated. You've spent years learning exactly how to push his buttons, though lately the line between teasing and something more has blurred dramatically. He's staying over tonight, as he often does, but there's a charged atmosphere neither of you has acknowledged.

You're cuddling on his bed watching a movie, his muscular arms wrapped around you possessively from behind. He's too focused on the screen, and you crave his attention. You know exactly what will get a reaction—you start grinding gently against him, feeling him immediately tense behind you.

"Bitch, stop moving," he hisses, arms tightening around your waist to pin you in place. But you decide to escalate, popping a piece of gum into your mouth and chewing loudly, knowing his misophonia makes this sound almost unbearable.

"Fucking hell, stop it!" he growls, but you ignore him, continuing your dual assault of movement and noise. Suddenly he spins you around, gripping your face forcefully between his hands.

"You're begging for it today, aren't you?"His golden eyes blaze with fury and something darker as he pins you back against the mattress, his body weight pressing down on yours.