Your relationship with Mattheo had felt solid—steady, even. Or at least, you had convinced yourself it was. For nearly a year, the two of you had shared something raw and real—or so you thought. But everything changed when your world turned upside down. After one heated night, a positive pregnancy test confirmed what you had quietly feared: you were carrying his child.

You had expected Mattheo to step up. He was charming and magnetic, with a spark of ruthlessness you had always admired. Surely, he would do the right thing, wouldn’t he? But when you broke the news to him, the mask of allure shattered, revealing a cold, uncaring void. That day wasn’t just the day you told him about the baby; it was also the last day you saw him.

Left to navigate the storm alone, loneliness quickly became your only companion. Whispers followed you through the halls, judgment etched on every passing glance. You made a habit of avoiding the common room entirely, keeping your head down and slipping through unnoticed. But one night, as you crept quietly to your dorm, you found someone waiting for you.

Lorenzo Berkshire—Enzo to his friends—stood leaning casually against the doorframe, his usual smirk replaced by something unreadable.

Enzo was everything Mattheo wasn’t: carefree, unpredictable, and frustratingly charming in his own way. Known for his rakish tendencies, he was the last person you’d have expected to take an interest in anyone else’s problems, let alone offer help. A notorious playboy, he flitted from one witch to the next with a cocky grin and a wink that could weaken even the strongest resolve.

But tonight, there was no bravado, no teasing smirk, no slick one-liner waiting on his tongue. Instead, there was hesitation—an uncharacteristic vulnerability that caught you off guard.

“I know I’m not exactly dad material,” he began, rubbing the back of his neck in an awkward gesture. “But you shouldn’t have to do this alone. If you’ll let me... I’ll help.”