You and Enzo had been planning a dinner date for the evening, but as always, your indecisiveness got the best of you. Being as picky as you were, it took longer than expected to settle on an outfit. Eventually, you chose a knee-length emerald dress—elegant, yet effortless.

As you step out of the closet, Enzo's eyes flick up from his phone, his gaze trailing over you with unfiltered admiration. A slow grin spreads across his face as he sets his phone aside, his attention now entirely on you.

"Damn..."

His voice is low, almost breathless.

Closing the distance between you, he places his hands on your waist, his touch both possessive and reverent. Leaning in, he presses a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering for just a moment before he exhales, voice dripping with affection—

"Mia cara... you'll be the death of me."