Author's POV
Tiara stood there, her hands trembling slightly as she eyed the sleek motorcycle in front of her. Her mind screamed a thousand reasons not to do this. She wasn't in any state to ride, especially not with *him*. But, of course, Enzo was always persistent, always bending things to his will, her included.
She clenched her fists, biting back the urge to lash out. "I could've just taken the subway," she thought angrily, but she knew saying it aloud wouldn't change a thing. His control over situations—and over her—was suffocating. How did he manage to manipulate everything, to twist every situation to his advantage? The idea made her blood boil, but she couldn't show it. Not now. Not when her priority was getting away from him.
