Isabella took another step back until her back was pressed against the door, leaving her with no escape. Enrico covered the distance between them with a few quick strides.
He placed his hand on the door beside her head, effectively blocking her path. Isabella suddenly felt trapped, and her heart began to pound faster in her chest. Enrico's proximity was overwhelming, his presence commanding and unyielding.
Unable to meet his intense gaze, Isabella looked away, her eyes darting to the side. She felt dwarfed by his height, his sheer physicality making her feel small and vulnerable. But Enrico was not one to be ignored. He reached out, placing his hand gently but firmly on her chin, and lifted her head upward to face him.
“Look at me,” he said softly, but there was an edge of authority in
