He swung the door open, finding his husband lying on the bed, eyes closed.
Enzo froze in the doorway before lowering his gaze, slipping inside as silently as possible. Maybe if he moved carefully enough, Charles would stay asleep.
"Where have you been?" The deep voice cut through the silence, cold and unyielding.
Enzo's throat closed. "…I went on a walk after dinner."
"Really?" Charles's eyes snapped open, narrowing in suspicion. His lip curled into a snarl.
Enzo nodded quickly, swallowing hard.
He didn't catch on, right?.. Did he send someone to spy?..
He wondered, his heart racing like it would burst out of his chest.
Charles patted the empty side of the mattress, slow and deliberate. He didn't need to say anything—the command was clear.
Enzo's legs trembled as he crossed the room. He sat on the edge of the bed, his hands clenched tightly in his lap.
"Why are you shaking like a fragile leaf?" Charles's tone dripped with disdain. "Some demon you are."
