Content Warning: (Trigger Warning: Violence) Read Cautiously!
"I was thinking… Why don't you do the same, huh?" Charles said with a grin on his face.
His thumb traced his jawline until it reached his chin, lifting it up with force.
Enzo looked up at the man, frowning.
"What do you mean?"
"Don't frown. You will become ugly," with his free hand, Charles rubbed the omega's temples as if he were the most caring husband there could be.
Enzo stayed still, frozen in place for a moment. Then, his lips parted slightly as he exhaled. The faint scent of wine on Charles's breath made his stomach turn. He wanted to jerk the alpha's hand off him and walk without looking back. But was he lucky enough to do as he pleased?
"What exactly do you want me to do?" he finally asked, voice lower than earlier.
Charles tilted his head, smiling wider. He loved it when Enzo stayed obedient, not trying to run his little brain to think things through. The omega just needed to be a good little toy.
