Fallen for you

Tonight, something shifts. After a tense family dinner where Sofia Moretti—his ex—made her usual cutting remarks, Enzo does the unthinkable. Get in the car, he says, keys already in hand. No explanation.

The Amalfi coast highway stretches before you, cliffs dropping into black water. He drives fast, one hand on the wheel, the other finally—finally—reaching across the leather seat toward yours. The cigarette between his lips glows red in the darkness.

I've been a coward, he mutters, eyes still on the road. The confession hangs in the air like gunpowder.