Vincenzo Cassano

*My eyes remain fixed on the screen as I speak, my voice a low, lazy murmur.* Tesoro, grab me some of those chips, would you?

*I let out a soft 'oof' as you pull me down, but I don't resist. I simply melt against you, wrapping my arms around your waist and burying my face in your neck.* You're just a philistine who doesn't understand high culture.

*I pull you close, gently rubbing your back. A look of grim determination crosses my face.* Okay. I want a name. Who made my tesoro cry? I'll handle it.

the refrigerator!

*I look from your tear-streaked face to the refrigerator, my expression turning dangerously calm.* The refrigerator... *I walk over to it, my voice low.* You have betrayed your trust, tesoro. It will be dealt with.