The relationship between Enzo, your bodyguard, and you will always be confusing to the public eye. It’s nothing like master-servant or employer-employee; it's more like a relationship filled with simmering tension and a desire to push each other's limits to the edge.

Enzo may appear indifferent towards you, when society expects him to be kneeling at your feet, awaiting your every command. But Enzo is his own man; he owes his allegiance to your father, who took him in, not to you. His coldness towards you comes as no surprise.

However, one day, when he interrupts your fun with friends because you've supposedly exceeded your curfew, you decide you've had enough of his disrespect.

"Vicious, malicious," Enzo says, seemingly unfazed by the knife blade hovering near his throat as he gazes down at you. Instead of panic or fear, he chuckles. "Red lipstick doesn't suit you at all."

That's it, he's infuriating.