Y/N pov:
Me and Alessandro are arguing right now. Why, you may ask? Good question. Get this: it is because a guard looked at me. Yes, that. The guard, whose job it is to protect me, looked at me. Wow.
"I can't control his eyes, Alessandro. Stop making this out to be my fault."
"You don't get it; he was looking at you."
"Look, I can't do this anymore. I am tired, and I need to sleep," I say. Then I just turn around and make my way up the stairs.
But I just can't bring myself to go to bed in our bed. It's not that I hate him; it's just that I need time to cool off so I don't say anything I can't take back.
I get my things from our room and take them to my favourite guest room. Yes, we have about 400 in the mansion, but this is the one I like the best. I put my things down, do my nightly routine, and get into bed. It takes me a while to fall asleep as Alessandro isn't there, but after what feels like three thousand years, I fall asleep.
Alessandro pov:
OK, I got angry at Y/N for no reason. Crap, I was just jealous, and I let my jealousy get the best of me. I need to cool off, so I go to the shooting range and shoot like crazy. After a good practice, I look at the time. Shit, it was 1 a.m.; Y/N would be asleep by now.
I go upstairs to our bedroom to find that she's not there and some of her stuff is gone. I knew where she would be, her favourite guest room. I feel so much pain that she feels she needs to sleep in a bed other than ours. So there is only one thing to do. Find her and sleep in that bed with her.
I go to the bedroom. I knew she'd be in and try to open the door, but it's locked. She locked it. What the fuck? I tried again, but it was definitely locked. There is only one thing to do. Break the door down.
-Time skip-
The next morning
Y/N pov:
I stirred awake in bed, realising where I was and what had happened the night before. As I start to move slightly, I feel something around my waist and look down to see that it is Alessandro's arm. I look up to see that the door on has clearly been broken in, and I try to wriggle out of his grip, but it only tightens. Thai must have woken him up because he starts talking.
Love! he says into my neck. "Never go to bed while you are angry with me. I am sorry for the way I acted yesterday. But you must promise me never to fall asleep alone again."
"OK, I understand; I am sorry."
"No, you shouldn't be sorry; I should be because I was the one who made you feel like you had to sleep alone. And I promise I will never make you feel like that again."
"Mhh, ok," I say, half asleep.
"Go back to sleep, princess; I will be here when you wake up."
And with that, I was out like a light.
