The sound of Dante's laughter reverberated in the entire courtyard as he clutched to his stomach, a tear slipping from the corner of his eye.

Marco chucked down the glass of the substance he had in his hand down his throat as his glare intensified.

“What the fuck is funny?!" He asked through gritted teeth, his accent coming off out of anger. He rarely spoke in that accent, but right now he was pissed.

Pissed that Alessia happened to be extremely difficult and stubborn to handle.

Pissed at himself for not getting mad at her the way he wanted to.

If only he could be genuinely mad at her, he...