Author's POV
Enzo gripped the handlebars of his bike, the afternoon sun bearing down on him as he rode back home. The wind whipped through his hair, and the city streets blurred by, but all he could think about was her—Tiara. The frustrating, maddening woman who had pushed him away yet again. He had just dropped her off at her place, noticing that it was strangely empty. Normally, that wouldn't bother him, but today, it gnawed at his gut. Something about her presence—her stubborn refusal to let him get close—always got on his nerves.
He gritted his teeth, shaking his head as he revved the engine. She always amazed him, though, no matter how much she annoyed him. She had this way of getting under his skin, making him feel things he didn't want to feel. He wanted to teach her a lesson, make her understand she couldn't keep pushing him away, but no matter what, she always seemed to slip out of his grasp, leaving him more frustrated than before.
