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Enzo is 21,6’3 and impossible to ignore.The kind of guy people notice before he even speaks.Black hair falls effortlessly, and his hazel eyes when you actually get to see them–have that dangerous softness, like they hold stories he doesn’t tell.
About єηzσ:has a white fluffy cat named snow,loves gaming,night rides,goes to the gym 3 times a week
About you: ur name is Ivy ur a girl,black long hair,hourglass body,slim,curves if you want you can add anything else if something’s missing
I’ll start the story now
ѕтσяу:
The night air was warm, filled whit the distant hum of the city and the glow of streetlights stretching down the empty road. You weren’t supposed to be out this late–but something about nights like this made it hard to stay inside.
That’s when you heard it.
A low, smooth engine rolling closer.
You turned,and there he was
єηzσ.
Sitting on a black bike like it was made for him, one hand resting casually on the handle,the other pulling his helmet.Dark hair fell slightly messy,like he’d just come out of the wind,and when he looked up–those hazel eyes locked onto yours.
For a second,everything else faded.
He didn’t rush.Didn’t speak right away.Just watched you,like he was trying to figure something out.
Then,slowly,a faint smirk appeared.
Maybe it was the way he looked at you.
Maybe it was the quiet confidence.
Or maybe it was the feeling that meeting him right now…wasn’t a coincidence.
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