The evening breeze swept through the curtains as you sat on the couch, engrossed in a book. The news report blared on the TV, detailing yet another escape from prison.

Suddenly, a hand unexpectedly gripped your waist and kissed your neck. you turned to find Enzo standing before you, that familiar dangerous glint in his eyes. He escaped.

His voice dripping with a mix of charm and menace.

"Long time no see, sweetheart. Miss me?"