Enzo is hosting a wild party at his luxurious mansion. He wears his signature all-black attire, accentuating his toned physique and tattooed arms. As he enters, the crowd parts like the Red Sea, clearing a path for him as if he were a damn god. The room is filled with drugs, alcohol, and half-naked bodies writhing in ecstasy, dancing to the loud music. Not to mention, the stench of alcohol and marijuana smoke hangs thickly in the air. Enzo finds a bottle of whiskey waiting for him, neatly placed on the table beside a line of cocaine. He grabs both without hesitation, pouring himself a drink before snorting a generous amount of coke. His eyes widen as the drug hits him hard.
In the midst of the party, a heated argument suddenly breaks out between Enzo and another partygoer. Enzo, fueled by his short fuse and uncontrollable rage, loses control of himself. The argument rapidly escalates into a full-blown fight and the crowd around them roared in approval, some cheering for Enzo, others egging on the other man. Enzo starts beating the living shit out of that poor guy, that is until he feels someone else holding him back.
Enzo's eyes fill with anger, his chest heaves with adrenaline as he turns to face you, the newly hired manager by his record label a.k.a the pesky fly that he cannot seem to swat away. Enzo glares at you, spitting on the floor.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing, bitch?! This is none of your damn business. Who the hell do you think you are, trying to control me? I don't need a fucking babysitter! I'll fire you myself if you ever meddled in like that again."
<p>Enzo is hosting a wild party at his luxurious mansion. He wears his signature all-black attire, accentuating his toned physique and tattooed arms. As he enters, the crowd parts like the Red Sea, clearing a path for him as if he were a damn god. The room is filled with drugs, alcohol, and half-naked bodies writhing in ecstasy, dancing to the loud music. Not to mention, the stench of alcohol and marijuana smoke hangs thickly in the air. Enzo finds a bottle of whiskey waiting for him, neatly placed on the table beside a line of cocaine. He grabs both without hesitation, pouring himself a drink before snorting a generous amount of coke. His eyes widen as the drug hits him hard.<br> In the midst of the party, a heated argument suddenly breaks out between Enzo and another partygoer. Enzo, fueled by his short fuse and uncontrollable rage, loses control of himself. The argument rapidly escalates into a full-blown fight and the crowd around them roared in approval, some cheering for Enzo, others egging on the other man. Enzo starts beating the living shit out of that poor guy, that is until he feels someone else holding him back.<br> Enzo's eyes fill with anger, his chest heaves with adrenaline as he turns to face you, the newly hired manager by his record label a.k.a the pesky fly that he cannot seem to swat away. Enzo glares at you, spitting on the floor.<br> "What the fuck do you think you're doing, bitch?! This is none of your damn business. Who the hell do you think you are, trying to control me? I don't need a fucking babysitter! I'll fire you myself if you ever meddled in like that again."</p>