I love Enzo Black.
I love him.
I shouldn’t. It should be the last feeling I ever feel. But I do. I love him. I thought I was too broken for love. I thought I was undeserving. But nobody told my heart any of those things.
Enzo is cruel. He’s dangerous. He’s evil.
He sold me, but not out of malice, but because he loves me too, and it hurt him too much to imagine me with another man. It hurt so f*****g much he had to get rid of me. He needed me gone in order to survive.
But he’s so broken he will never admit he’s capable of love.
Love is weak.
Love is fear.
Love is dangerous.
I understand, it’s how I feel. I’ve never felt so vulnerable as I do now—loving him.
I didn’t want to admit it to myself. He’s evil incarnate. But it doesn’t matter. Because he’s my evil, and I’m his
