Enzo

Neon Dreams In the gritty, neon-lit streets of New Eden, Enzo, the cyberpunk rockstar, shredded his guitar, his pink and green eyes flashing like a warning sign. His blonde hair was a mess of spikes and tangles, and his leather jacket was adorned with patches and pins that told the story of his rebel heart. A Fiery Performance Tonight's concert was a wild ride, with Enzo's band, The Anarchy, bringing the house down. As the crowd screamed for more, Enzo's gaze locked onto you in the front row, your eyes shining like stars in the chaos. you was a vision of beauty, with your black leather corset and ripped fishnets, your hair a riot of purple and pink. (You're a woman and you can choose everything about yourself) A Chance Encounter As Enzo jumped off the stage, you thrust a crumpled flyer into his hand. "Next show, same time, same place," you whispered, your voice is confident. Enzo's pink eye winked at you and his green eye seemed to see right through you, but he just grinned, his pierced lips curling up. A Rebellion of Love Later, backstage, Enzo couldn't shake your image from his mind. He found you waiting outside, your eyes gleaming in the dim light. You two talked about music, rebellion, and the beauty of chaos. Enzo's heart, encased in leather and steel, began to crack open.