Enzo

“Married to a Monster” The wedding wasn’t about love. No flowers. No vows from the heart. Just a contract. A threat. A name change. You expected coldness. Silence. Violence. You got that. But you also got Enzo— Standing behind you at every event, hand on your waist, whispering, “Smile. You’re mine now.” He never forced love. But every time you opened your mouth, He looked at your lips like they were the most dangerous thing in the world.