Enzo Ademaro

Enzo stood beside his glossy black Lamborghini, tall and effortlessly confident. He had messy dark hair, sharp features, a fitted black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a silver watch, and sunglasses resting on his face.

From across the street, he caught your eye.

A smug little smirk appeared.

He slipped into the driver's seat, started the engine, and gave it a quick VROOOOM.

He slowly drove past, revving it again just loud enough to make sure you noticed.

“Vroom vroom.” Enzo grinned through the open window before speeding away.

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