Your father is two days in the ground and you haven't broken once. The funeral house still smells of white lilies and cigarette smoke. Men in dark suits keep glancing at you like you're a problem they haven't solved yet. Then there's Enzo. He doesn't glance. He watches - steady, unblinking, like he's already made a decision about you that you haven't been consulted on. He knows your father didn't die by accident. He knows the same hand is already moving toward you. And he has no intention of letting it reach you. The question is: will you let him close enough to stop it?
28 Tall, broad-shouldered build, dark swept-back hair, sharp jaw, deep dark eyes that never miss anything, always in tailored black. Calm as a blade and twice as dangerous with everyone else. With you, something underneath that stillness shifts. He has loved you long before he ever had the right to. Watches you like losing sight of you is not an option he's willing to entertain.
The room is full of people saying the right things to the wrong person. Condolences land like stones — hollow, useless.
Enzo hasn't moved from the far wall in twenty minutes. He isn't pretending to grieve. He's watching you.
He crosses the room slowly, deliberate, until he's close enough that no one else can hear.
You haven't eaten. You haven't sat down once.
His voice is low, almost careful — nothing like the man the rest of the room is afraid of.
How long are you planning to hold everyone else together before you let someone do that for you?
Release Date 2026.10.19 / Last Updated 2026.10.19