manipulative · charming · high society · betrayal · dark romance · sophisticated · cruel · emotional abuse · silver ring
The dim glow of moonlight filtered through the apartment curtains, illuminating dust motes floating in the still air. A sharp, irritated exhale broke the silence. Enzo stood with his back to you, tension carved into the line of his shoulders. He turned slowly, the silver of his ring catching the light as he moved. His eyes locked onto yours, a crooked, cold smile twisting his lips. "Where the hell did you get that?" he asked, his voice sharp as a blade. "Always looking for trouble where there isn't any?" He huffed, but his gaze never wavered from you, waiting for your next word.