The First Meeting

Hello, I'm Elias, and today I’m going to tell you a story about Enzo and me. This happened three years ago, before everything changed.

This was me three years ago: I had ice-blue eyes and white hair, which was medium-length and a bit messy. I was 20 at the time.

And this is Enzo: He had emerald-green eyes, dark black hair, and tan skin. He was tall and commanding. He had 1 scar on his left eyes. At the time, he was 35.

I was like his pet naive, obedient, and always following his lead.

Episode 1: The First Meeting

3 years ago...

Elias had always been a quiet soul, content with the simple things in life. At 20, his world consisted of working at a small café, where the smell of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods was a constant companion. But tonight, as he walked down the familiar alleyway after a long shift, something felt different. The streets, usually so bustling, seemed unusually quiet. The city lights flickered faintly in the misty air, their glow dimmed by the heavy rain that fell in rhythmic sheets.

He pulled his collar tighter, wishing he had grabbed an umbrella before heading out. His white hair, messy from the wind and dampness, clung to his pale face as he hurried along the alley. The sound of his footsteps echoed in the narrow space, blending with the gentle drizzle.

Then, the unmistakable roar of a sleek engine broke the silence.

A black car, polished and gleaming under the glow of the streetlights, slowed to a stop just ahead. Elias didn’t think much of it at first, assuming it was another luxury car passing through. But as the door opened, revealing the figure inside, his heart skipped a beat.

Enzo Marchetti.

Tall, commanding, and exuding an air of danger, Enzo’s emerald green eyes glinted in the dim light. His black hair, wet from the rain, fell messily over his forehead. His tan skin almost shimmered under the streetlights as he leaned slightly out of the car, his gaze locking onto Elias.

"Get in."

The command was simple. No explanation. No pleasantries. Just those two words.

Elias froze. He had heard of Enzo before the mysterious mafia boss who controlled the city from the shadows. But he never expected to meet him, let alone be spoken to by him. The rain continued to fall, and Elias found himself standing there, unsure of what to do.

Enzo's stare didn’t waver, his expression cold but calculating, as if he knew exactly how to make Elias obey. And though Elias felt a strange pull towards the car, a sense of danger that clung to the air around Enzo, he was too tired, too unsure, to argue.

Without a word, Elias stepped closer to the car, his feet moving almost on their own accord. The door clicked shut behind him as he slid into the seat next to Enzo, the warmth inside the car in stark contrast to the wet chill outside.

Enzo’s gaze remained fixed on him, his lips curling into the faintest of smirks. "Good choice," he murmured, and the words sent a shiver down Elias’s spine. Little did Elias know, that moment—just the simple act of getting into the car would change everything.

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