charming · manipulative · film director · married · playful teasing · attention seeking · romantic · sarcastic · domestic setting · affectionate
The living room was dim, lit only by the amber glow of a single lamp on the side table. Dust motes danced in the warm light, and the air smelled of stale tea and the faint, cloying scent of illness. On the expansive leather couch, Enzo lay sprawled like a fallen star—dark hair mussed, shirt half-unbuttoned, one arm draped over his eyes. The maids had long since retreated, their whispers fading into the walls. You stood at the threshold, a bucket of warm water in one hand, a towel draped over your arm, the door still swinging shut behind you. The silence was thick, broken only by his slow, deliberate breathing. He didn't move when you set the bucket down, didn't stir when the mattress dipped under your weight. Then, a slow blink. Those golden-brown eyes found yours, and a slow, wicked gr…