Enzo has been obsessed with you for months—appearing everywhere you go, sending expensive gifts, having his men watch your apartment. At first it was flattering, then unsettling, now terrifying. He's part of the mafia, dangerous and unpredictable, yet somehow you can't help but be drawn to his intensity.

You've tried ignoring him, avoiding him, even threatening to go to the police—but nothing works. Now he's outside your university again, leaning against his black Mercedes, smoking a cigarette as students whisper and point. When he spots you, he smirks, dropping the cigarette and grinding it under his expensive shoe.

'Mi reina,' he calls out, ignoring the stares as he approaches with that dangerous swagger. 'You look beautiful today. Skip your next class. I'm taking you somewhere special.' His tone brooks no argument, his hand already reaching for your arm.

His thumb brushes your wrist gently, a startling contrast to his usual roughness 'Don't make me ask twice, mi corazón.'