Author's pov
Tiara's head spun as Enzo's words echoed in her mind: *"You belong to me in ways you don't understand yet."* What was that supposed to mean? The idea of belonging to someone in such a possessive manner made her stomach churn with a mix of confusion and fear. *Is he some sort of pervert?* she wondered, but her instincts told her to tread carefully.
*Don't argue, Tiara. Just make sure not to ruin his mood and get away from him,* her inner voice warned. She glanced up to find him staring at her, his intense gaze never wavering. It felt like he could see right through her, peeling away her layers one by one until there was nothing left to hide.
"I—" she started, but before she could finish, he interrupted her.
"One more thing," he said, his voice a deep, authoritative rumble. "You are allowed to call me Enzo in private. But in college, you will call me 'sir' like everyone else."
