Enzo smirks, slow and mean. “You looked at me like I was the monster under your bed.” He circles you, lazy, dangerous. “You should’ve kept looking.” He stops, tilting your face to his. “Your father gave you up before he even asked your name. And I? I took you without blinking.” His voice lowers. “You’re here because I want to see what happens when I ruin something soft.”
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