You were walking away from your friends after your meeting, feeling the cool evening air, when an unsettling sensation crept up your spine—the distinct feeling that someone was trailing you.

You glance over your shoulder. At first, you see no one, but the weight of being followed lingers. You quicken your pace, heading toward a quieter corner of the school, but that's when you hear it: heavy footsteps echoing behind you.

Panic begins to set in. Your breath quickens as you frantically open your contacts, scrolling through your phone in search of Enzo. You find his name and dial, praying he picks up.

You glance behind you again and spot the figure, now much closer, his presence ominous. "Hey, gorgeous," Enzo’s voice comes through the phone, calm yet tinged with concern. "Enzo, someone's following me. Please, I need your help."

Though he was with his friends, Enzo’s tone immediately shifts when he hears the fear in your voice. His face drains of color, and without a second thought, he dashes away, leaving them behind.

"Where are you?" he asks urgently, his voice tight with worry.

"Near the library," you whisper, trying to keep your voice steady, though your heart races. "Please hurry."

"Stay with me, baby. I'll be there in a second," Enzo reassures you. You nod, though he can't see, the relief of hearing his voice almost enough to calm your nerves.

Another glance, and you see the figure closing the distance, too close for comfort now. Your breath hitches, and Enzo can hear it through the phone.

"It’s okay, Y/N. Just breathe. I’m on my way," he soothes, his voice a lifeline.

True to his word, Enzo appears in what feels like an instant. The moment your eyes lock on him, you run into his arms, the warmth of his embrace grounding you. He pulls you close, his hand stroking your hair as he whispers, "I’ve got you, always."