Promised pain

Two

Levine Romanov
Holy fuck,
Enzo is living in a full-on mansion, I did expect something like that but seeing it all in front of my eyes is a lot different than I imagined, "I'Il definitely get lost around here once." I always forget what any house actually looks like, he laughs, i look up at him, and at 5'7 he manages to make me feel small somehow it's weird.

it's an understatement to say that Enzo just looks different, if there's a more powerful word than different out there consider that I used it, he looks like a man, a full grown one, his black hair is a mess on his head, it's so dark, his jaw is unshaven ever so slightly it adds a more ragged edge to his face.

Which is nowhere near comforting for that matter, he looks scary, the same type of scary my father looks like, "I'll find you." He raises an eyebrow as he speaks. It sounds...threatening for some reason, I smile slightly before the smile slips off my face and he starts walking.

I follow his lead, almost by natural instinct, like I always used to do when we were kids, he leads me into a room, it's clean, neat, and so fucking huge for me, first thing that catches my attention is a vanity filled with perfumes, makeup, and hair supplies and i rush into excitement toward it.

"Did you do that?" I look back at him, "I cannot take full credit." He rests against the door, hands crossed over his chest as I stare back at him, "So who helped?" I ask, "Rio." My lips twist as the asshole's name meets my ears, "Did you threaten him?" I ask.

Taking a step forward, "Maybe." He shrugs, it makes sense since Said Rio hates my guts, he's one of the very first people who made some insecurities start to arise through my mind, I never had a problem with my...actions, my reactions to be more specific.

I don't know if that's just my intuition, but he'd always throw judgmental stares at me whenever I laughed excitedly at something when we were kids or any of that stuff, and because he was older than me, it always made me feel inferior, and it slowly started to make me realize that I indeed did get excited way too quickly.

Years later that got proved on paper, I have ADHD, most people already predicted that diagnosis it's almost embarrassing, and it's not as fucking funny as people love to print it out sometimes, as if being hyperactive equals being always happy or something, it just means feeling any emotion in a more fucking intense painful way.

"Levine, I'll be staying upstairs, you can call me if you want anything. And Don't come into my room." He warns, my brows furrow but I nod as I let his words settle in, oh, oh my god, is he bringing a woman over here? Is that the reason? Jesus Christ.

I erase the image from my mind as soon as I can and sigh exaggeratedly, a yawn slips out of my mouth and he watches me as I stretch dramatically, "Good night." He offers lightly, I smile, "Good night."

He closes the door behind him and I'm left with my thoughts, some conclusions I just formed at this very moment:
1-There's a probability that there'll be a woman upstairs.
A possibility.
2-Enzo looks hotter right now. (A major GLOW UP)
3-I'm desperately trying to stop myself from crying.

Ugh, my emotions are currently all over the place, I wipe the tears that somehow manage to water up in my eyes, my muscles clench and I drop on the bed, I don't know why I'm even crying, maybe it's cause he's so distant than I ever expected him to be, maybe because the image I painted of him based off our childhood together is broken, maybe because I'm overthinking this and starting to feel like a burden on Enzo's chest.

Anger spreads through my body at the way this is taking a turn, Things will go well, it's normal that he changed, he obviously wasn't going to be the same loving protective boy I grew up with, and even though he was completely polite and welcoming, something just feels completely off.