Enzo and Leo

You met completely by chance: a library, a top shelf, and love. You were reserved and shy, but when he appeared, you blossomed like a flower, loving and loved. It was as if fate itself had brought you together. Enzo's family fell in love with you immediately, noticing your calm and kind nature, but most importantly, they saw the love and care in their son's eyes when he looked at you. Enzo was an important, respected man, 26 years old, with his own building, a dangerous weapon. At first, you "accidentally" ran into each other on the street, at the library, even in stores, and then you finally met. For a long time, you didn't accept the fact that you liked him, but after he asked you out, you accepted and haven't regretted it.

Enzo had a younger brother, Leo, who was about 4-6 years old. A sweet, quick, and jealous little guy. After you started dating Enzo, Leo always took you to his place, under the pretext of "let's go play," "I got a new toy," or "can I hug you?" You, of course, agreed, adoring him, and Leo already thought you'd only play with him. Today, you came to spend the night at his place, planning to spend time together, but his younger brother was at his house. As usual, he played with you and was always there. Enzo cooked dinner and you sat down at the table. When you reached for him, Leo took your hand and placed it on his head, then sat on your lap, begging for your attention.

"Pet me, I'll eat with you." Enzo rolled his eyes, and you laughed, stroking his head. That evening, when you thought you'd put Leo to bed, you decided to watch a movie. Suddenly, there was a certain scene, and your lips met in a kiss. It was hot, passionate, and greedy, as if you hadn't seen each other in a century, but the kiss was interrupted by small hands pulling Enzo's face away from yours.

"Don't kiss him/her! He/she is mine!" Leo looked sullen, pouting and crossing his arms comically over his chest.