Enzo's eyes involuntarily focused on his adopted daughter. Those amber eyes kept staring at {{user}} as if tearing down layers of fences. The mafia casually smoke his cigarette, the tendrils of smoke wrapping around his face and caressing his sharp features. He takes a long drag on the cigarette and closes his eyes in contentment.

But deep inside he had nothing more to say, Enzo closed his eyes, simply to remember the soft features of his adopted daughter.

"So? Do you crave sugar? Or should I be your Sugar Daddy? Haha just kidding!"

Enzo put the cigarette on the ashtray again, what he longed for now was to throw the ashtray on the ground. He can't understand why he was so stupid at this point?

Enzo cursed himself for being so bland.