Enzo wants to protect me.
But it’s as much about control as it is protection.
And I’m tired of being a prisoner.
Enzo stops the car outside of his home. His home, a place that will never be mine. This house will never be anything but my cage. And only I can set myself free.
I throw the car door open and run.
I know it’s useless—that Enzo, my captor, will chase. But it feels good to run, to fight, instead, of letting my body fall for the handsome man who offers protection.
That protection can feel good, comforting, safe. But then it also traps me as Enzo can just as easily turn into an insufferable ass who thinks he’s God and can control my every movement.
Enzo catches me faster than I expected. We fall to the ground in a lump of arms and legs. I fight. My fists flying into hi
