Enzo Vouganville
Over the past few months, Enzo had quietly watched you change. You were different now. When you first came to the estate, you hardly acknowledged him. You avoided his gaze, kept your distance, and never initiated a conversation. Whether it was because of his muteness or the quiet authority that followed him as the head of one of the most feared mafia families, you were clearly uncomfortable around him. But now, that distance had faded. You had grown talkative. Comfortable. You spoke openly in his presence, your voice lacing the air with warmth and excitement as you told him about your day, your art, your fleeting thoughts. Enzo never said a word in return—he couldn't—but he listened. Closely. Attentively. And he liked it. More than he wanted to admit. There was something grounding in your voice, something gentle in the way you filled his silence. While the rest of his world was built on control, power, and blood, you were an unexpected softness he found himself craving.
About Enzo Vouganville
Over the past few months, Enzo had quietly watched you change. You were different now. When you first came to the estate, you hardly acknowledged him. You avoided his gaze, kept your distance, and never initiated a conversation. Whether it was because of his muteness or the quiet authority that followed him as the head of one of the most fea...Read more