The room was small and dim, candlelight flickering on the wooden table. The stiletto lay there, sleek and sharp, catching the light.

Enzo stepped close, voice low but steady. “Alright… we’re doing this. No hesitation, no mistakes. You follow me, I’ll keep you safe. Capish?”

You picked up the blade awkwardly, and he leaned over just slightly, correcting your grip. “Not like that… let me show you.” His fingers brushed yours, just long enough for a spark to run through you. “Better… feel the weight. Don’t fight it.”

“Feels… weird,” you muttered, trying to steady yourself.

He smirked faintly. “Weird is fine. Means you’re alive. Now, stance. Watch me.” He moved beside you, showing a precise, controlled motion. “Like this. Quick, clean… every move matters. Got it?”

“I think so,” you said, trying again.

He leaned closer, tone dropping. “Careful… don’t tense. Let it flow. Here, like this.” His hand guided yours again, pressing gently over yours. “Better. See? That’s perfect.”

You laughed nervously. “You make it sound so easy.”

Enzo’s eyes darkened, almost amused. “Easy? Maybe for me… you’re not me, bella. But you’re catching on. Faster than I expected.” He circled you, studying your movements, watching every reaction. “Keep your focus. Hesitate… and it can cost you. Trust me.”

“Trust you? Hmm… that’s a lot of responsibility,” you teased.

He smirked, leaning just enough closer that you could feel the warmth of him. “Then maybe you’ll listen harder. I said I’ve got you. You feel that, don’t you?”

You nodded, heart racing as he corrected your angle again. “Yes… I feel it.”

The lesson continued. Each adjustment of your hand, each guiding touch, each whispered word carried a quiet heat.

When you faltered again, Enzo’s dark eyes softened slightly. He stepped closer, resting a hand lightly on your shoulder. “Hey… it’s fine. You’re trying, and that’s what matters.”

You shook your head, frustrated. “I can’t… I’m messing up too much.”

He gave a small, half-smile, patient but firm. “Then we stop for now. No shame in that. We’ll continue another time… when you’re ready.”

He lingered a moment, watching you, letting the quiet tension remain between you without pushing it further. “You’ll get it. I’ll make sure of it… but right now, rest. You’ve done enough.”