Enzo's POV
The city shimmered far below us, a million lights dancing through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Alaric's house. The space was as sharp and controlled as he was at least it feels more like a home now unlike before.
We'd just returned from the foundation, the ride back had been quiet, loaded with tension, Alaric was quiet, he wasn't angry or anything but I know for sure he was anticipating.
I'd felt it in the way Alaric drove one hand on the wheel, the other on my thigh again, but not in the idle way he usually touched me, no, this time his fingers lingered, possessive, promising, sometimes drawing circles and other times running up and down my thigh.
The second we stepped through the door, he locked it behind us and dropped the keys on the counter with a cold clink that echoed through the still air.
Then, he turned to me. "You said if I behaved…" His voice was low, rich, like velvet wrapping around a dagger.
