Hello, I'm Elias, and today I’m going to tell you a story about Enzo and me. This happened three years ago, before everything changed.

This was me three years ago: I had ice-blue eyes and white hair, which was medium-length and a bit messy. I was 20 at the time.

And this is Enzo: He had emerald-green eyes, dark black hair, and tan skin. He was tall and commanding. He had 1 scar on his left eyes. At the time, he was 35.

I was like his pet naive, obedient, and always following his lead.

Episode 1: The First Meeting

3 years ago...

Elias had always been a quiet soul, content with the simple things in life. At 20, his world consisted of working at a small café, where the smell of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods was a constant companion. But tonight, as he walked down the familiar alleyway after a long shift, something felt different. The streets, usually so bustling, seemed unusually quiet. The city lights flickered faintly in the misty air, their glow dimmed by the heavy rain that fell in rhythmic sheets.

He pulled his collar tighter, wishing he had grabbed an umbrella before heading out. His white hair, messy from the wind and dampness, clung to his pale face as he hurried along the alley. The sound of his footsteps echoed in the narrow space, blending with the gentle drizzle.

Then, the unmistakable roar of a sleek engine broke the silence.

A black car, polished and gleaming under the glow of the streetlights, slowed to a stop just ahead. Elias didn’t think much of it at first, assuming it was another luxury car passing through. But as the door opened, revealing the figure inside, his heart skipped a beat.

Enzo Marchetti.

Tall, commanding, and exuding an air of danger, Enzo’s emerald green eyes glinted in the dim light. His black hair, wet from the rain, fell messily over his forehead. His tan skin almost shimmered under the streetlights as he leaned slightly out of the car, his gaze locking onto Elias.

"Get in."

The command was simple. No explanation. No pleasantries. Just those two words.

Elias froze. He had heard of Enzo before the mysterious mafia boss who controlled the city from the shadows. But he never expected to meet him, let alone be spoken to by him. The rain continued to fall, and Elias found himself standing there, unsure of what to do.

Enzo's stare didn’t waver, his expression cold but calculating, as if he knew exactly how to make Elias obey. And though Elias felt a strange pull towards the car, a sense of danger that clung to the air around Enzo, he was too tired, too unsure, to argue.

Without a word, Elias stepped closer to the car, his feet moving almost on their own accord. The door clicked shut behind him as he slid into the seat next to Enzo, the warmth inside the car in stark contrast to the wet chill outside.

Enzo’s gaze remained fixed on him, his lips curling into the faintest of smirks. "Good choice," he murmured, and the words sent a shiver down Elias’s spine. Little did Elias know, that moment—just the simple act of getting into the car would change everything.

EPISODE 2 – “The Space Between Us”

The hum of the car was soft, low like a purr. Rain whispered against the windows, city lights casting a golden glow that danced over Enzo’s sharp features. Elias sat quietly, fingers curled in his lap, trying not to stare.

Enzo hadn’t said a word since he told him to get in.

But his presence filled the space between them like smoke thick, warm, and impossible to ignore.

Elias peeked at him again.

He was still shirtless.

Still unfairly handsome.

Tan skin glowing under the lights, those green eyes catching Elias’s and making his heart skip in the worst or best way?

“I—” Elias started, his voice too soft, too shaky.

Enzo turned to him, one brow raised. “Something wrong, bunny?”

Elias shook his head quickly. “N-No. Just… cold.”

Enzo leaned forward. Not fast. Not rough. Just enough to press a warm blanket into Elias’s lap. And then his fingers lingered, brushing over Elias’s hand sending a shiver that had nothing to do with the rain.

“You’re freezing,” Enzo murmured, his voice low, like velvet and smoke. “You always this easy to shake?”

Elias swallowed. “Only when someone like you looks at me like that.”

There was a pause.

Something flickered behind Enzo’s eyes.

Then, without warning, he leaned in just a little. His fingers brushed Elias’s jaw, then traced lightly down his neck. Elias held his breath, not sure what would happen next… but not wanting to pull away.

Their faces were close. Too close.

“Enzo…” Elias whispered, cheeks flushed.

Enzo’s hand paused.

And then he smiled. Just barely. “You’re not ready, bunny.”

Elias blinked. “W-What?”

Enzo leaned back, his touch gone, his voice smooth again. “You want something, but you don’t know what. I’m not the kind of man who takes what isn’t given freely.”

And just like that, the moment passed tension melting into something warmer. Safer.

Elias curled up in the blanket, still feeling the ghost of Enzo’s touch.

He didn’t understand this man. But a strange part of him was starting to want to.

Not because Enzo was dangerous.

Not because he was handsome.

But because, in that one quiet moment…

He made Elias feel like he mattered.

Elias didn’t know where to look. Every time he tried to glance away, his eyes wandered right back to Enzo.

His bare chest rose and fell so calmly, like this moment meant nothing to him. But Elias knew better. There was something under the surface, something watching him, pulling him in without a single word.

The car ride was too quiet.

Too intimate.

“Why me?” Elias finally asked, his voice quiet but curious.

Enzo turned his head, not answering right away. He looked out the window as the rain streamed down the glass, his expression unreadable.

“You reminded me of something,” he said simply. “Or someone.”

“That’s… vague.”

A soft chuckle escaped Enzo’s lips. “You don’t need to know everything just yet.”

Elias frowned a little but said nothing. The blanket in his lap felt heavier now, warmer too maybe from the weight of Enzo’s gaze. He could feel it, sliding over him like velvet, lingering on the flush of his cheeks and the curve of his lips.

“You keep staring,” Elias mumbled.

“You keep blushing.”

“That’s not fair.”

“Neither am I.”

Enzo leaned forward again, just a little closer this time. Not touching. Just letting the air between them thicken.

“If I kissed you now,” he said, voice like a secret, “would you stop me?”

Elias froze. “I…”

Enzo watched him, eyes low-lidded and calm. “Exactly.”

The car rolled to a slow stop. Elias hadn’t even realized they’d reached the mansion.

The driver didn’t say a word. He knew better than to interrupt.

Enzo stepped out first, the rain having slowed to a gentle drizzle. He walked around the car and opened the door for Elias, holding out a hand.

Elias hesitated.

Then placed his hand in Enzo’s.

Warm. Strong. Careful.

As Elias stood, he felt that same tension crackle between them again unspoken, sweet, and a little dangerous. But Enzo didn’t pull him close this time. He just looked down, thumb brushing lightly over Elias’s knuckles.

“Not tonight,” Enzo whispered. “But soon.”

Elias followed him into the mansion, heart beating too fast.

He didn’t know what this was yet.

But whatever it was… it had already begun.

EPISODE 3 – “One Bed, Two Hearts”

The mansion was quiet.

Too quiet.

Elias followed behind Enzo, his footsteps soft against the polished floors. Every hallway felt endless, dimly lit with golden sconces and rich shadows. The kind of place where secrets liked to settle.

Enzo didn’t say much just the occasional glance over his shoulder to make sure Elias was still there.

“You live here alone?” Elias asked softly.

Enzo shrugged. “Alone enough.”

That didn’t help his nerves.

They reached a tall door. Enzo opened it with a soft click and stepped inside, motioning for Elias to follow.

It was huge. More like a luxury hotel suite than a bedroom. Floor-to-ceiling windows, heavy curtains, shelves of old books, dark wood furniture... and right in the center: one massive bed.

Just one.

Elias blinked. “U-Um... where’s my room?”

Enzo looked over at him, that signature little smirk tugging at his lips. “This is your room.”

Elias’s face burned. “But there’s only one bed.”

“I noticed.” Enzo stepped further in, casually unbuttoning the rest of his shirt like it was nothing. “What, afraid I’ll bite?”

“N-No!”

“Well…” He tossed the shirt onto a nearby chair, revealing his tan, perfectly sculpted torso. “You look like you might want me to.”

Elias choked on air. “I—!!”

Enzo chuckled, deep and low. He crossed the room and opened a closet, pulling out a soft black shirt. “You’re soaking. Get changed before you freeze.”

“I don’t have anything to wear…”

Enzo tossed the shirt at him. “Wear this.”

Elias caught it, heart fluttering. It smelled like him dark cologne and something sharper. His fingers gripped the fabric a little tighter. He turned away, cheeks pink, and slipped into the shirt. It hung down to mid-thigh, brushing his skin.

When he turned around, Enzo was already lying on the bed, one arm behind his head, watching.

Elias hesitated. “Should I... sleep on the couch?”

“There is no couch.” Enzo patted the space beside him. “Bed’s warm.”

Elias slowly, awkwardly, slid under the covers—keeping his back to Enzo, trying to breathe normally. Which was impossible.

The room felt hotter by the second.

“You’re quiet,” Enzo said behind him.

Elias buried his face in the pillow. “You’re not helping.”

“Helping with what?”

“My heart.”

Enzo chuckled again. “It’s cute when you’re honest.”

There was a pause. Silence stretched. Then-

“Enzo?”

“Mm?”

“Why me?”

The bed dipped slightly as Enzo moved closer, his voice soft near Elias’s ear. “Because you’re soft. And I ruin everything I touch.”

Elias turned his head, eyes wide. “So… don’t touch me?”

Enzo smirked. “Exactly.”

But he didn’t move away.

He just let the moment hang close enough to feel the heat of his breath. Close enough that Elias thought maybe-

But no. Enzo rolled onto his back again with a sigh. “Sleep, bunny. Tomorrow’s another long day.”

Elias stared at the ceiling, pulse wild.

He wasn’t sure if he felt safe… or dangerously comfortable.

But he did know one thing:

He didn’t want to leave.