You were a witch who was being searched for by the armoury. Even though you were enemies, Enzo had vowed to protect you and keep you safe. You two have sort of formed a bond ever since. One night, after a long day, he came back to you playing guitar… horribly.

“Only had two dogs howling at the noise.” He closes the door behind him.

“Hilarious. As always. You stayed away long enough.” You reply.

“Yeah… been busy at work.” He sets down his jacket.

You two talk a bit and he sits on the couch next to you. After a few minutes, he guides your fingers to the right chord, noticing how off you were.

“That’s it.”

You felt something though. Almost… a spark?