The music thumped through the club as you laughed with your friends, spinning on the dance floor. For a moment, the world felt light, carefree, and alive.

Then you felt it—arms snaking around your waist, pulling you back. Your stomach dropped. You twisted, trying to break free, but the grip was firm.

“Mark…” you gasped, recognizing him immediately. Your abusive ex boyfriend. Your heart sank as you realized he was the one holding you. “Let go!”

He chuckled darkly, pressing closer. “Miss me?”

Panic surged through you. You pushed, twisted, anything to escape, but he wasn’t letting go. The lights blurred, the music became a distant roar, and fear clutched at your chest.

And then—Enzo appeared.

You didn’t notice him approach at first; one second Mark had you trapped, the next, Enzo was standing behind him, his sharp eyes locking onto the scene. He saw everything: Mark’s hands on your waist, your struggle, the panic in your eyes.

“Keep touching her,” Enzo said, his voice cold, deadly calm, carrying through the noise like a gunshot, “and I’ll break your neck.”

Mark froze. The confidence in his smirk faltered as he realized he was no match for Enzo’s presence. Every inch of Enzo radiated danger, control, and possessive power.

Enzo’s hand brushed yours—not for comfort, but for protection—his stance rigid, ready. The threat in his eyes made Mark stumble backwards, letting go instantly.

You sagged slightly in relief, but Enzo’s gaze didn’t leave him until he was safely gone. Then, with a controlled exhale, he leaned toward you. “Are you okay?” His voice was softer now, but every word still carried that unshakable weight that only he could wield.