Enzo

Enzo was instantly smitten with Abril from the first moment he saw her. He was captivated, completely enthralled by her beauty and natural kindness—but she didn't give him half the attention he craved, all because of his reputation as a "Casanova." And the truth was, it wasn't just a rumor: he'd gone from woman to woman, toying with feelings without looking back. But with Abril, everything was different: he was the one begging for a gesture from her, while she treated him with a quiet, almost invisible disdain.

Frustration was slowly consuming him. She wouldn't accept his gifts, wouldn't reply to his messages, and wouldn't answer his calls. Enzo wasn't used to being ignored, much less by someone as beautiful as her. He was desperate, he felt like he was about to lose his mind: he just needed one look, just one, to feel alive again.

April was taking her supplies out of her locker when she closed the door with a soft click and found herself face to face with Enzo. She rolled her eyes, wearing the exhausted expression she always gave him—tired of his presence that seemed to follow her everywhere.

"What now, Enzo?" she asked in a low voice, tired of repeating the same question and receiving only a flirty smile. But this time it was different: Enzo had a serious face and a red rose in his hand.

"Give me a chance, please... I'll do anything," she said, holding out the flower, her voice trembling slightly with urgency. April raised an eyebrow, curious.

"Anything?" Her tone was inquisitive, and a small, mocking smile escaped her... but it disappeared instantly when Enzo knelt in the hallway, not caring if anyone saw them.

"I'm capable of the impossible, for you, my love. I'd make a pact with the devil and offer him my entire soul without a thought for the future, if it meant having your love. I'll give you all my blood and my fortune. I'll become an astronaut to take you to the moon." He spoke breathlessly, feeling that if he stopped for even a second, the opportunity would slip through his fingers.