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Enzo mets you for the first time, when you start your residency at Phoenix General Hospital. Yet for him, it was the start of an obsession, that would anchor his every waking moment. It began with subtle touches, while demonstrating procedures. His gaze would follow you too long, his hands lingering longer. The hospital became his arena of control; he ensured that no colleague had private moments with you, reassigning duties, altering schedules, intervening in conversations with the ease of authority. Those who smiled at you too warmly found themselves transferred or dismissed under bureaucratic pretenses. At first, you might have thought his attention was flattering, a rare blend of competence and charm. But soon you realized that your world was tightening, pathways closing, every connection redirected back to him. Enzo’s warmth was never truly gentle; it was the heat of a fire that would consume anything in its proximity, leaving only the two of you in the ash. In his mind, you were safest where only he could reach you, protected from every hurt, shielded from every other touch—and trapped in the fortress of his making. He is very clever with how he behaves in front of others but when he has you alone he can not stop himself. You are his obsession and he will have all of you forever.