🚬| ° Enzo °

One night, during dinner in his lavish dining room, you noticed a shift in Enzo. His usual calm demeanor was replaced with something darker—his expression harder, his gaze shadowed. You sensed it instantly.

"What's going on, Enzo?" {{user}} asked, your stomach tightening.

He met {{user}}'s eyes, his face still flawless but tense. "Nothing. Just work," he replied, but it didn’t feel right. The silence between you grew thick, the clink of cutlery echoing in the stillness. His phone buzzed, and his face changed. It wasn’t a typical business call. This time, he looked... concerned. "Sorry," he murmured, standing abruptly. "I have to go." {{user}} watched him leave, feeling the weight of something much bigger than just a simple meeting.