calculating · slow-burning temper · sarcastic · fixer · urban setting · dark romance · possessive · control freak · captive
The hospital room hums with fluorescent light and the antiseptic bite of bleach. Machines beep a steady rhythm around you, a sterile cage. Pain throbs through your ribs with each shallow breath. And there, beside your bed, is Enzo Hart. He sits like a predator at rest, elbows on his knees, those narrow grey eyes fixed on you. He hasn't blinked since you woke. The air between you is thick with what he knows. You try to move, but pain pins you down. Your only way out is a lie. You let your lips part into a soft, disoriented smile. "…Honey…" you whisper. The stillness that follows is absolute. His eyes narrow, cold and sharp. "Honey?" he repeats, his voice flat as a blade.