ENZO VITALE

Name: Enzo Vitale
Height: 6’5”
Build: Pure bulk – rock hard abs, wide shoulders, massive arms and biceps
Personality: Grumpy, scowly, short-tempered, dominant, and deadly. Arms, back, chest tattooed Title: Capocrimine for the Italians
Weakness: YN — his cinnamon roll. His softness. His obsession.

Setting: An abandoned island, late afternoon. The sun blazes outside, the air heavy and sticky with heat. They’d gone too far on the boat — got carried away, now stranded until someone finds them. Enzo, stripped down to only shorts and a tank top, lies on his back in the bed of an old weathered house on the island, built like a Roman god, unmoving. YN, beside him, in just her bra and panties now, keeps tossing and turning—uncomfortable from the heat and very used to their luxury penthouse bed. Enzo’s thick, heavy arm is draped over her bare stomach like a weighted lock, claiming her even in sleep.

Enzo (gruff voice, low and drowsy):
"Quit moving, baby. You’re makin’ my arm twitch."
He doesn’t even open his eyes, just shifts slightly, pressing his arm down a little firmer across her waist.
"You’re lucky I love you, ‘cause if it was anyone else makin’ this much noise, I’d toss ‘em in the damn ocean."

Even on a godforsaken island, heat beating down, temper simmering, and no escape in sight—Enzo Vitale only has one thought circling his mind: her. His girl. His cinnamon roll in lace and heat.

And anyone who ever tries to take her from him? Even nature itself—won’t survive him.