Sylvester 'Sylver' Stanton vs. Enzo Jilani

Pix: Jeremy & Ryan stare in shock...

Video: Speechless by Michael Jackson

Dedicated to rednileb69

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***

"No way," Sylver gasped, his eyes wide with amused shock.

"Way," Enzo chuckled, his eyes twinkling with an amused glint. "That's my sister for you."

"Oh my god, she's crazy," Sylver laughed uncontrollably, his head thrown back in mirth. They had been talking for hours, and now the conversation had shifted to Enzo's siblings. "Had she forgotten why you guys..." He trailed off as his phone began to ring. Glancing at the screen, he muttered, "It's my dad," before lifting it to his ear. "Sup, Dad?"

"Just checking up on you," Ryan's warm voice came through the phone. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, everything's fine, Dad," Sylver replied with a small smile.

"Good, good. Send our regards to Enzo."

"Will do. Don't wait up for me," Sylver added.

Ryan chuckled on the other end. "Alright, see you in the morning."

"Bye, Dad."

"Goodnight, Sylver."

Sylver placed his phone on the side table and turned to look at Enzo. "That was my dad... Ryan."

"I heard him," Enzo chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eye. "They're worried about you—when, clearly, they should be more concerned about me instead."

"Yeah right," Sylver snorted. "Where were we? Yes, yes... didn't Gaia get the bit about you guys laying low and blending in? What was she thinking?"

Enzo chuckled. "Clearly, my crazy sister didn't get the memo. So, she hosts this grand feast for the local villagers—invites everyone, including the mayor. Problem is, Gaia doesn't actually know how to cook. Not even a little bit."

Sylver leaned in, trying to suppress his laughter. "What did she do?"

Enzo grinned, shaking his head. "She decided to improvise. So, Gaia whipped up this bizarre dish—she called it 'vampiric fusion', which, as it turns out, was just a mix of raw garlic, boiled tomatoes, and... burnt bread. The smell alone could've killed someone. But Gaia, being Gaia, stood at the head of the table, arms spread wide, proclaiming she had created a delicacy fit for kings."

Sylver laughed. "And the villagers?"

"Oh, they tried it." Enzo chuckled, the memory vividly returning to him. "But the best part was the mayor. He took one bite, went completely pale—well, paler than usual—and then pretended to love it. He kept saying, 'Exquisite!' between gags because he didn't want to offend the 'noble family.'" He gave the words air quotes.

Sylver burst out laughing. "And Gaia?"

"She had no idea!" Enzo said, shaking his head. "She thought she was the next great chef! The mayor ended up sneaking out the back, and half the village disappeared by dessert. Gaia just thought they were all in awe of her culinary brilliance."

Sylver couldn't stop laughing. "Sounds like quite the dinner party."

"Oh, it was unforgettable," Enzo grinned. "To this day, Gaia insists that garlic soup was a hit, despite the fact that no one ever showed up to any of her parties again."

"I mean, I just took one look at her and knew she was something else," Sylver laughed. "I still don't think she should have gotten me that motorbike, though. It's too expensive."

"Do you enjoy riding it?"

"Christ, I love it." Sylver's eyes lit up.

"Then that's all that matters. What would you want from me as a birthday present?"

"Nothing," Sylver chuckled, shaking his head. "I don't need anything. I mean, I already have everything I could want, so... nothing really comes to mind." He shrugged, his eyes sparkling with contentment.

"In other words, I need to get creative, huh?" Enzo teased, a playful smirk curling at the corners of his mouth as he studied Sylver's expression.

"That's not what I meant," Sylver protested, his cheeks flushing slightly as he shot Enzo a look of mock exasperation.

"Hmmm..." Enzo murmured, watching his mate thoughtfully. He knew that Sylver loved listening to music. Perhaps there was something special he could plan around that, he mused, a smile tugging at his lips. "So, tell me, why do you like riding motorbikes so much?" Enzo fixed his curious gaze on Sylver.

Sylver leaned in with a smirk, clearly enjoying the absurdity of what he was about to say. "You want to know why I prefer motorbikes to cars?" he asked, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Well, it's simple: motorbikes don't judge me."

Enzo raised an eyebrow, intrigued but confused.

Sylver continued, "Think about it. Cars are like these overprotective parents—always surrounding you, locking you in, telling you to buckle up and stay safe. A motorbike, though? It's like your rebellious best friend, whispering, 'Go on, do something reckless. I won't stop you.' No seat belts, no cages, just you, the wind, and the road. Plus, if I get into trouble, I can always say, 'Hey, I didn't have four walls and a roof to stop me.' Can't blame the bike, right?"

Enzo chuckled, shaking his head. "That's... outrageous."

"Exactly," Sylver grinned. "That's why it works. Gaia says your brother is obsessed with motorbikes."

Enzo let out a snort, clearly amused. "Well, she's not wrong. Dario's obsession with motorbikes is borderline ridiculous. I mean, he collects them like they're rare gems. And I'm not talking about your average street bikes—he's got everything from ancient models that barely run to custom-built beasts that look like they belong in some post-apocalyptic movie."

Sylver raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Why motorbikes, though?"

Enzo smirked. "For Dario, it's about control. He likes the idea that he can command this powerful machine with just a twist of his wrist. He says it makes him feel free, but honestly, I think he's just trying to outrun his own demons. He even named one of his bikes after me— 'Enzo's Fury.' Apparently, it's his fastest one, though I don't know whether to be flattered or insulted."

Sylver laughed. "Enzo's Fury, huh? You must have a temper then."

"I don't," Enzo said, shaking his head. "That's the reason I didn't know whether to feel insulted," he snorted. "The idiot is convinced motorbikes will be the future of vampire travel. Claims we'll all be racing through the night on two wheels in a century or two. Gaia thinks he's lost it, and honestly, I'm not sure she's wrong."

"I can't wait to meet him."

"Oh, you two will get along just fine," Enzo grinned.

"But how come he's so much older than you two?"

"Hmm, it's complicated," Enzo began, pausing thoughtfully. "But let me see if I can simplify it for you. I've already told you my dad is old. He's over a thousand years old. Unfortunately for him, his soulmate was a human. He got tired of watching her die in every lifetime."

"Why didn't he simply turn her?" Sylver asked.

"Sometimes it's not that simple. My father felt his soulmate wasn't strong enough to accept what he was, so he never told her. He was obsessed with making a baby with her. So he got a sorcerer to help him make it possible. He succeeded but lost his soulmate at childbirth."

"Dario?"

"Dario." Enzo nodded. "Half human, half vampire. Father turned him fully when he turned twenty-eight. Then, a century later, he finally got the courage to tell my mother what he was. She was too in love to reject him. They tried for a baby again, but this time with the help of a group of seasoned sorcerers. Gaia was born. My mother almost died, but those sorcerers were powerful. They kept her alive for another year... long enough for me to be born. Then my father finally turned her."

"Wow!" Sylver looked intrigued with the story.

"Yep. Dad turned me when I turned twenty-four and Gaia when she turned twenty-six. For whatever reason, he felt it would be nice for his kids to have a two-year interval between them in human years."

"So Gaia is actually a year older than you, but you were turned before she was."

"Yep. When we came to see you eighteen years ago, she was a hundred and eighty-two."

"That makes you a hundred and ninety-nine," Sylver said, amusement flickering in his eyes for some reason. "Shit, you're ancient."

"If I'm ancient, then Dario is Methuselah," Enzo scoffed.

"Does he acknowledge your mum as his mother?"

"That IS his mother," Enzo said with a chuckle. "Those two are so close, it's almost ridiculous. He actually looks more like her than Gaia and I do. We look more like our father. But all three of us have her eyes."

"Interesting. Where is he now?"

"He lives in France. We could visit if you can manage to tear yourself away from your patients."

"It can be arranged," Sylver replied, clearly pleased with the idea. "And your parents? When do I get to meet them? They're in Italy, right?"

"Yes, we'll go see them once things settle down."

"Why? Is there a problem?" Sylver asked with a frown."

"Just a little unrest," Enzo said nonchalantly. "Nothing you need to worry about. In the meantime, we can go see your parents."

"Okay. When?"

"It's already past three a.m," Enzo said, looking up at the clock on the wall. "How about we go see them in the morning?"

"Damn," Sylver gasped. "Didn't realize it was that late." He got to his feet and stretched. "Morning works. I'll inform them to expect you. Gotta bounce."

"Do you have to?" Enzo murmured. "We could go together in the morning to see them."

"Is someone inviting me to spend the night?" Sylver chuckled with a teasing glint in his eyes.

Enzo snorted. "Technically, the night's already over, but whatever." He rose to his feet with a smirk. "Let me show you to your room."

"And here I was, thinking I'd be in his bed," Sylver muttered under his breath as he moved to follow Enzo.

The vampire stopped so abruptly that Sylver bumped into him. Slowly, he turned around, his gaze locking onto Sylver's.

"Is that what you want?" Enzo asked quietly, his voice low and intense. "To sleep in my bed?"

Sylver searched Enzo's eyes for a moment, his gaze unwavering. Then he nodded. "Yeah. That's what I want. After all, we're not done talking."

"Alright, let's go." Enzo spun on his heel and began to ascend the staircase with Sylver following close behind. He glided into a long corridor and navigated his way down its length with commanding grace until he got to the last door. He paused briefly before extending his hand to grasp the handle. "Here we go."

When Sylver entered the room, the first thing that hit him was the faint scent of leather and cedar wood that filled the air, enhancing the overall luxurious, masculine atmosphere. The room was a stunning blend of sleek sophistication and masculine elegance. It was dominated by a large, king-sized bed with a black leather headboard and crisp, high-thread-count black and charcoal gray linens. The bed sat atop a plush, deep gray area rug that added warmth and texture to the polished dark hardwood floors.

To the side, a pair of industrial-style nightstands made of rich walnut and brushed steel flanked the bed. Each was topped with minimalist black table lamps that cast a soft, ambient glow. Across from the bed, a modern entertainment unit housed a large flat-screen TV, with concealed compartments for storage and a few artful decorative pieces, such as abstract sculptures and framed black-and-white photography.

The walls were painted in a cool slate gray, and the floor-to-ceiling windows were draped with heavy blackout curtains in a deep charcoal hue, offering both privacy and a dramatic contrast to the natural light. A sleek leather armchair in a deep brown shade sat by the window, accompanied by a glass side table, perfect for unwinding with a book or a drink.

A built-in walk-in closet with matte black sliding doors offered ample space for clothing, shoes, and accessories, all meticulously organized. The room's minimalist décor, with hints of metal, leather, and dark wood, exuded a sense of refined masculinity.

"It's a... bedroom!" Sylver exclaimed, wide-eyed.

"What did you expect? A coffin?" Enzo chuckled.

"Well, yeah." Sylver made his way to the bed.

"For real?" Enzo turned to give Sylver an incredulous look. "You wanted to sleep in a coffin with me?"

Sylver shrugged casually. "If that was your bed, why not?" he said, kicking off one of his sneakers with a smirk, his gaze never leaving Enzo's.

"You're nuts, you know that?" Enzo chuckled, pulling a stool over to the bed where Sylver sat. He positioned it directly in front of him and sat down, his eyes locking onto Sylver's as a playful grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. "I knew you were trouble the very first day I laid eyes on you," Enzo murmured as he lifted Sylver's sneaker-clad foot onto his lap.

"Really?" Sylver grinned, watching Enzo remove his sneakers and socks. "How about you tell me all about that encounter? I'd really love to hear it from you because all I got was the summary from Dad."

"Ryan?"

"Yep."

"Hmm... stand," Enzo instructed. When Sylver stood, Enzo reached out to unbuckle his belt and slide his pants down. Then he gently pushed Sylver back onto the bed. "Even as a baby, you were something else," he murmured, tugging the pants free and leaving only the black boxer briefs in place.

"I'm told you didn't even know why you needed to come to my pack."

"Correct." Enzo began to unbutton Sylver's shirt. "I just knew I had to come. My father protested but I was hell-bent on being there."

Enzo stood and went to hang Sylver's clothes in his closet. He took off his jeans and left on his boxer briefs and t-shirt. By the time he went back to the bed, Sylver was already beneath the covers. He got in bed and told Sylver everything that happened on that fateful day.

"Oh my days, so Daddy almost started a war," Sylver laughed. "That man is crazy."

"The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, clearly," Enzo chuckled. "Your grandma did warn me that your temper was worse."

"That's not true," Sylver protested. "Hell, I don't remember ever being violent."

"Remember what you did to Arinze?" Enzo drawled.

"He threatened my sisters. I had to make an example out of him. I wasn't angry even once. It just had to be done, that's all."

"Dr. Krantz?"

"He was experimenting on those patients and killing them, Enzo," Sylver groaned. "What killed me was when he claimed it was for the greater good. What utter balderdash! He deserved what I did to him."

"I agree but are you sure you didn't do that out of anger?"

"If I were angry, the fool would be dead," Sylver snorted, a hint of amusement in his voice. "I just put him out of commission to protect the other patients."

"How about..."

"Don't you dare mention that pedophile," Sylver's growl cut Enzo off. "He didn't deserve to live after what he did to that four-year-old. He was sick in the head. I had to put him out of his misery. And yes, I was bloody angry."

Enzo reached out to run his fingers through the hair of his agitated mate. "You did put him through a lot of pain before..."

"Have any idea the pain that kid went through?" Sylver breathed. "And that wasn't his first victim. He needed to experience some pain too, even if it wasn't the same kind he inflicted. At least I granted his wish for death."

"You, my dear soulmate, have a mean temper," Enzo whispered. "Just accept it."

Sylver sighed. "I'm sorry I threw your uncle. I'm sure he must really hate me."

"No, he doesn't." Enzo laughed. "You were just a kid... pup."

"I'm sorry I peed on you," he muttered.

"I'm told it was a compliment. Apparently, you liked what you saw and wanted to mark your territory," Enzo drawled teasingly, making Sylver laugh."

"Fuck you."

"You've got to get some sleep, Syl," Enzo sighed. "In as much as I would rather continue talking to you, I wouldn't want you yawning and looking all exhausted when we meet your parents tomorrow."

Sylver chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Wouldn't want them thinking you kept me up all night doing the nasty, huh?"

"Know what? What happened earlier shouldn't have happened," Enzo murmured. "My plan was to wine and dine you before anything intimate occurred. You know... proper courtship."

"You want to court me." Sylver sounded shocked.

"I'm old school, Syl."

"Old school, my arse. I saw you at a fucking sex party."

"This is different. You're my soulmate, Sylver.

"If you wanna fuck, you fuck. Who needs wining and dining?" he scoffed. "I doubt anyone would be surprised if we fucked tonight."

Enzo raised an eyebrow, shaking his head with a smirk. "Kids of today," he muttered. "You know what? Let your parents think what they want." He shifted, turning onto his side to face Sylver, his expression softening. "I don't want you to sleep," he admitted quietly. "I'll miss you."

Sylver grinned, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Aww, looks like someone has a little crush."

"Shut up," Enzo chuckled.

Sylver smirked, his tone teasing. "It's just as well, though, because I sleep naked. Having boxers on means no sleep for me."

"Good, then. Because that damn boxers is staying on," Enzo chuckled and then paused momentarily, his curiosity getting the better of him. "But tell me," he continued, his voice dropping to a more serious tone, "have you ever been with a guy?"

"Nope!"

"So, why are you so willing to just...?"

"Have you seen you?" Sylver asked with a serious expression. "You're the most stunning thing I've ever laid eyes on."

"Thing?" Enzo sputtered.

"You know what I mean," Sylver chuckled, combing his fingers into his hair. "I'm so much attracted to you I wouldn't have given a rat's arse if you were a blobfish."

"I see," Enzo murmured, praying Sylver didn't see his blush. "So, tell me... What makes Sylver Stanton tick."

"You already know everything about me, Enzo," Sylver protested.

"Better to hear it from the horse's own mouth."

"I'm not a horse," Sylver shot back, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

"Bite me."

"Be careful what you wish for."

"Shit, I forgot," Enzo groaned.

"Don't worry," Sylver said, turning to face Enzo with a soft, reassuring look. "My bite will never harm you. You're safe with me."

"That's good to know," Enzo said with a dramatic sigh of relief, exaggerating it just enough to draw a burst of laughter from Sylver. Enzo couldn't help but think how much he loved to hear Sylver laugh. "Now, tell me," he continued, his voice dropping to a more thoughtful tone, "what motivates you? Your personal passions, values, interests... what gives you fulfillment in life, Syl?"

"That's a lot of questions," Sylver sighed, pausing for a moment. "Alright, here goes..."

And as the hours slipped by, the two men talked, their voices low and steady. The conversation flowed effortlessly, weaving between light-hearted banter and deeper confessions. By the time the first hints of dawn touched the sky, they had unraveled layers of each other and formed a connection that went far beyond the surface.

***

Jeremy and Ryan exchanged a glance as their son's mate, Enzo, settled into the seat opposite them. Over the years, they had grown quite accustomed to him, so the sudden tension in the air felt out of place. It was puzzling why having the vampire in their home seemed so awkward. Perhaps, Ryan mused, it was because this was the first time Enzo had ever actually stepped inside their home.

"Good to see you, Enzo," Ryan said with a warm, welcoming smile.

"Good to see you too, Ryan," Enzo replied, his eyes briefly flickering with warmth as he watched his mate stride over to join him. "I hope everything is going smoothly."

"Luna has been merciful," Ryan answered, glancing up at his yawning son. "You look exhausted, darling," he added with a hint of concern in his voice.

"Couldn't catch any sleep thanks to him," Sylver responded with a smirk in Enzo's direction as he pointed a thumb at him. "We were up all night fucking like bunnies."

"Sylver!" Enzo gasped in shock as Jeremy's eyes widened and Ryan's jaw dropped. "Tha... that's not true, guys. We didn't..." he stammered, desperately searching for the right words.

"Hey, relax," Sylver chuckled, leaning down to plant a quick kiss on Enzo's lips, catching him completely off guard. "Just kidding." He flashed a playful grin at his parents, though their skeptical expressions made it clear they weren't entirely convinced.

Enzo stared at his mate, who looked absolutely adorable with that shameless, shit-eating grin. Despite himself, an amused smile tugged at Enzo's own lips. This boy was something else, he mused, shaking his head. But he also knew that his grin wasn't exactly helping his case. Turning his amused eyes to his in-laws, he said,

"I promise, we just talked." Enzo raised his hands in mock surrender, though the glimmer of amusement in his eyes suggested he was well aware of how unconvincing he might sound.

"That kiss says otherwise, but hey, he's your mate," Jeremy replied with a shrug, a hint of a smile in his voice. "You two are free to do whatever you want."

"Sylver," Enzo groaned.

"He's being truthful, Daddy," Sylver chuckled. "Can you believe this guy actually plans on courting me first?"

The relief on both Ryan's and Jeremy's faces was palpable. "That's exactly what a gentleman would do, honey. And Enzo is the perfect gentleman," Ryan said, his tone warm but firm. "So hush and let him court you properly."

"And that's actually why I'm here this morning," Enzo began, his voice steady as he looked between Ryan and Jeremy. "I would like to formally ask for your permission to court your son."

Jeremy and Ryan exchanged a glance, the gravity of Enzo's words sinking in. It wasn't something they had expected to hear that morning, but they both felt a swell of respect for the vampire sitting before them. Enzo had always been polite and a gentleman yet hearing him make such a formal request was still a surprise. Jeremy cleared his throat first, eyes softening as he turned back to Enzo.

"Well, Enzo," he began, leaning forward with a serious yet warm expression, "I have to say, it's not every day we have a suitor in our house asking for permission. And it means a lot that you'd go through this step. It shows respect—not just for Sylver, but for us as his parents."

Ryan nodded in agreement, his gaze flicking to Sylver, who watched the exchange with an eager but slightly stunned expression. "I have to admit," Ryan added, a faint smile curving his lips, "it's reassuring to know that you care enough to do this properly. Sylver means the world to us, and we want to know that he's in good hands."

"What the..." Sylver muttered, shifting a little in his seat, a light flush coloring his cheeks. He felt Enzo's gaze on him and turned to meet his eyes. Whatever he saw in the vampire's eyes made his heart skip a beat.

"You have my word," Enzo replied earnestly, turning his steady gaze back on both Ryan and Jeremy. "I'll treat him with the respect and love he deserves. This isn't just a formality to me—it's a promise."

Jeremy leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms thoughtfully. "Well, that counts for a lot in our books."

Ryan nodded, eyes twinkling. "Consider this our blessing," he added. "We give you permission to court our son. But," he added quickly, raising a finger, "that means you have to go all out. Flowers, dates, all the works. Make it special." The teasing glint in his eyes didn't go unnoticed.

"Say less." Enzo managed to maintain a straight face.

"You must be fucking kidding me." Sylver let out a laugh, half in disbelief, half in sheer daze.

Enzo's lips curved into a smile as he reached over to squeeze Sylver's hand. "Thank you, both of you," he continued, his voice laced with sincerity as he addressed Ryan and Jeremy. "I promise I'll make every moment count."

"It's about time our boy got properly courted," Ryan muttered, struggling to suppress a laugh. The look on Sylver's face—caught somewhere between embarrassment and incredulity—was making it nearly impossible to keep a straight face.

Enzo couldn't help but feel grateful. To him, this was just the beginning, and he was ready to make every moment worth it.

"So, how's the situation in Italy?" Jeremy asked as Sylver left to go take a shower.

"It's not good, Jeremy," Enzo sighed. "One clan is creating so much chaos it's not funny. I want to spend some time with Syl, so I will be monitoring the situation from here."

"Then it's bad," Ryan commented.

"It is," Enzo admitted. "I will be taking Syl to meet my parents, but it's just not safe right now."

"I agree," Jeremy stated.

"I'm sure the introduction can wait," Ryan added reassuringly. "There's no hurry."

"Sure your son will be okay with waiting?" Enzo asked, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

"That's your problem." Jeremy shrugged. "I think he already has you wrapped around his little finger," he murmured with a chuckle. "I'm sure if he insists on getting introduced in the next hour, you will let it happen. But we all know that wouldn't be ideal. So just be firm with him."

"I hope he has no clue he has me wrapped around his little finger," Enzo murmured, his eyes softening. "From the moment I first saw him." A flicker of vulnerability crossed his face. "I think..." But a sudden commotion on the stairs interrupted his words.

It was the twins.

"Sylver says Enzo's here!" Gigi squealed as she and Emma rushed down the stairs.

"Oh, boy," Ryan muttered, then mouthed "sorry" to an amused Enzo. Their son-in-law clearly had no idea what he was in for.

***

For the next three weeks, Enzo delivered as promised. He went all out in his pursuit of courting Sylver, crafting each gesture with a blend of class, romance, and sometimes, sheer extravagance that left Sylver in awe. It was clear that Enzo was not only keeping his promise to Sylver and his parents but was also intent on creating experiences that would linger in Sylver's memory. Except for sleeping apart at night, they spent every free moment together, learning more about each other and deepening their bond.

The day after Enzo's meeting with Jeremy and Ryan, Sylver moved into the exquisite, fully furnished three-bedroom house gifted to him by his parents. Nestled conveniently close to the hospital where Sylver worked, the house was a stunning blend of luxury and comfort, meticulously designed to reflect his refined taste. Every corner spoke of elegance, from the plush interiors to the carefully curated details that made it a sanctuary of sophistication. The house exuded a sense of warmth, reflecting the love and care his parents poured into creating a perfect space for him.

Enzo was by his side every step of the way, taking charge of the move with the unwavering devotion of a caring mate. He managed the logistics effortlessly, ensuring Sylver's transition into his new home was seamless. With each box unpacked and every piece of item arranged, the two bonded, sharing stories and laughs that filled the house with warmth.

"This is cute," Enzo remarked as he gazed into the well-stocked fridge in the kitchen after they were done unpacking. "But shouldn't your parents know by now you can't cook? What's all this?"

"It's not too late to learn," Sylver chuckled as he took in his gourmet kitchen. It was equipped with state-of-the-art appliances, marble countertops, and a spacious island that was to serve as both a culinary workspace and a stylish breakfast bar. "But yeah, this is a waste," he groaned.

"Don't worry, I'll cook for you... if you're really good," Enzo teased, his lips curling into a grin.

"You? Cook?" Sylver smirked.

"Dated a chef once. Picked up a thing or two," he shrugged, a hint of pride in his voice. "I'm actually a very good cook."

"Interesting," Sylver muttered. "Think you can actually find the time to cook, though?"

"We'll see," Enzo replied smoothly, a hint of challenge in his voice. "So, when is the housewarming party?" he asked as they made their way back to the living room.

"This Friday night. Are you going to come?"

"No, I think I'll pass," Enzo replied with a slight shrug. "I'll leave you to enjoy the evening with your friends. It'll be a perfect chance for me to catch up on some work."

"Boring."

Enzo chuckled. "How about dinner this evening?" he suggested, his tone casual yet hopeful as he watched Sylver sift through the few items scattered around.

"I'd love that," Sylver replied, his eyes softening at the thought. "Where do you have in mind?"

He asked, settling deeper into the cushions.

Enzo's eyes glinted with a mix of mystery and mischief as he sat beside Sylver. "Oh, you'll see," he murmured, his voice low and teasing. "Don't bother guessing," he whispered.

"You do realize I can read your mind if I want to, right?" Sylver quipped, an amused glint in his eyes.

"I had no idea," Enzo replied, his brow furrowing in concern. "I know you can communicate with me telepathically—you did it when you were just a baby. But actually reading my mind? That borders on invasion of privacy."

"And that's why I never do it," Sylver replied calmly. "But if I wanted to, it would be effortless," he added with a casual shrug. "You're my mate, after all. Makes things... easier."

"Fucking hell..." Enzo muttered, running a hand through his hair as he tried to process the revelation, a mix of awe and unease flickering across his face.

"Hey, relax," Sylver said gently, a reassuring smile touching his lips. "I have no intention of invading your privacy. That's a line I won't cross."

Enzo let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, nodding slowly. "I appreciate you saying that," he murmured, his tense shoulders easing as he met Sylver's eyes.

It seemed like the most natural thing to do when Sylver closed the distance between them to capture Enzo's lips in a tender, lingering kiss that felt both sweet and electric.

That evening, Enzo arranged for an exclusive dinner on his luxurious yacht. As they boarded the yacht, they were greeted by a path lined with lanterns leading to an elegantly set table under a canopy of twinkling fairy lights. The dinner was a multi-course meal prepared by a Michelin-starred chef. And they dined on fine cuisine while listening to a live string quartet, the soft melodies blending with the sound of waves lapping against the yacht.

"You're quiet," Enzo observed, his eyes studying Sylver intently as he absentmindedly picked at his own meal, merely for the sake of appearances.

Sylver glanced up, emotion flickering in his eyes. "I just wasn't expecting all this," Sylver breathed, his voice slightly unsteady. "I thought we were getting some dinner."

"Isn't that what we're doing?" Enzo raised a teasing brow. He could tell how overwhelmed his mate was.

"I just... I can't believe you went through all this just for..." Sylver shrugged. "It's overwhelming—in the best way."

Enzo looked at his mate's bent head for a moment and asked softly, "How's the food?"

"It's amazing, thanks."

After dinner, they took a leisurely stroll along the shoreline, the gentle sound of the waves creating an intimate and soothing atmosphere, especially under the blanket of a starry sky. Sylver couldn't help but feel impressed by how perfect the moment was.

While the extravagant displays of romance left Sylver breathless, it was the little things Enzo did that warmed his heart and made him feel truly cherished. For instance, even though they didn't live together, every morning, without fail, Enzo would prepare Sylver's favorite coffee just the way he liked it—a dash of caramel, a sprinkle of cinnamon, and the perfect balance of cream. Each morning, Sylver would wake up to the rich aroma of the coffee on his bedside table or the lingering warmth of a soft kiss pressed against his cheek. Yet, no matter how quickly he blinked his eyes open, Enzo was always already gone, leaving behind only the quiet comfort of his thoughtful gestures and the lingering trace of his cologne.

But it wasn't just about the coffee itself. Enzo always found a way to add a sweet, personal touch. Sometimes it was a heart-shaped swirl in the foam; other times, he'd leave small handwritten notes under the coffee cup, tucked into books, pockets, or even on his motorbike for Sylver to find. Each note spoke of his admiration for Sylver and the little things he noticed and loved about him. Enzo's words were eloquent, laced with poetry and depth, showing that his affections were more than just surface-level admiration. For Sylver, the feeling was indescribable, a mix of joy and warmth that settled deep in his chest and sometimes made him blush.

Sometimes, in the midst of his work, Sylver would catch himself smiling—a warm, uncontainable grin that seemed to bloom out of nowhere. Other times, he would notice the curious glances from his colleagues. It was only then that he would realize just how hard he was smiling. His colleagues grew increasingly curious about the changes in him but Sylver remained tight-lipped, never offering any explanations. Then the flowers began to arrive—beautiful, elaborate bouquets delivered to his office with charming regularity. His colleagues finally understood. The teasing that followed was relentless.

"Looks like someone's being spoiled," they'd laugh, leaving Sylver blushing and unable to hide the happiness that radiated from him.

"And it's never the same thing, either..." Mia gushed as she admired the beautiful flowers delivered that afternoon. "Damn, I need to meet this guy." She looked thoroughly impressed.

Enzo always included a twist. Instead of the traditional roses, he picked flowers that represented moments they'd shared or qualities he admired in Sylver. One week, it was a bundle of forget-me-nots with a note saying, "For the moments with you I never want to forget." Another time, it was a handful of lavender, meant to symbolize the calm and peace Sylver brought into his life.

"At this rate, we might as well start dating dudes too, because you sure as fuck weren't glowing like this when you were dating chics," Dave, another colleague remarked with complete seriousness one day.

"How about doing it for Julia to put a smile on her face?" Sylver drawled. "Give it a try."

A chorus of enthusiastic "yes" followed Sylver's comment, sending them all into fits of raucous laughter. As Sylver laughed with his colleagues, he couldn't help but wonder what they would say if they knew the lengths Enzo went to in the name of courting.

Knowing Sylver's love for fashion, Enzo once arranged for a private fitting with one of the world's top designers. They spent an afternoon in a luxurious boutique, where Sylver was pampered with a selection of bespoke clothing tailored to his exact taste. The designer, a personal friend of Enzo's, had been briefed to include subtle hints of things Sylver adored—intricate details, unique patterns, and colors that made his eyes light up. It wasn't just about dressing Sylver in luxury; it was about showing how closely Enzo had come to know him.

Each gesture and activity was meticulously planned by Enzo to show not just his wealth but his genuine desire to show how much he cherished Sylver. He balanced the extravagance with personal touches, leaving Sylver increasingly captivated. For instance, Enzo had a remarkable way of remembering the small things Sylver mentioned in passing. Once, Sylver casually remarked on a song he loved. The next day, Enzo had that song playing softly in the background when Sylver arrived at his place. Another time, Sylver mentioned a rare book he had been wanting to read. The next day, Enzo left a copy of it on Sylver's pillow with a simple inscription inside: "For the man whose words I never forget."

Sylver lost count of how many times Enzo left him utterly speechless. His mate was truly something else, he thought, gazing at him with awe. He silently thanked Luna for bringing Enzo into his life. If perfection existed in a man, it was Enzo. Sylver was addicted to him, and he knew it. Who wouldn't be? The man was everything.

"What are you thinking?" Enzo murmured, softly tracing circles on the back of Sylver's hand with his thumb.

They were enjoying a private dinner on the rooftop of one of the city's tallest buildings. The view was nothing short of breathtaking, with the city lights shimmering like stars below them. In the center of the rooftop, a violinist played softly, adding a touch of elegance to the evening.

"That I want to kiss you," Sylver said simply.

"What's stopping you?" Enzo asked, an amused glint in his eyes.

Sylver stood and came around the table. Then he lifted Enzo's chin with a finger and closed the distance between their mouths. Sylver's mouth moved softly but urgently over Enzo's, his tongue stroking deep into his mouth. Both moaned into the kiss, not caring that they had an audience. The kiss was filled with a scorching intensity that rocked them both. When it ended, Sylver brushed his fingertips over Enzo's temple and whispered,

"I think I'm addicted to you."

Enzo swallowed hard, his chest tightening as the weight of those words settled over him. "Well, addiction can often grow from a place of innocence..."

"Oh, the things I want to do to you are far from innocent," Sylver rasped, his eyes glowing amber as he stared at his mate.

Enzo let out a breathless laugh, desire flickering in his eye. "Hmm, you'll have to wait and get my father's blessing first."

"Better make that happen soon, then," Sylver growled softly, returning to his seat. "Patience has never been my strong suit."

Enzo chuckled. "I should have probably given you Patience for Dummies' handbook as a housewarming gift," he quipped with a smirk. "Are you busy this Saturday?" he asked casually, though the glimmer of anticipation in his eyes betrayed his nonchalance.

Sylver looked up, his expression thoughtful. "Hmmm... I don't have anything planned," he replied, curiosity piquing in his eyes. "Why do you ask?"

"Care to join me for a musical concert?" Enzo asked, a hint of a smile playing on his lips as he watched Sylver's reaction closely.

Sylver's eyes lit up with surprise, a genuine smile spreading across his face. "A musical concert?" he echoed, clearly intrigued. "I'd love to." He paused for a moment, his gaze softening as he added playfully, "You really know how to surprise me, don't you?"

"I do try," Enzo replied smoothly, his voice rich with warmth. "Seeing that look on your face makes it all worth it." He reached out to gently squeeze Sylver's hand, his gaze steady. "It'll be a night you won't forget."

Sylver felt a flutter in his chest, his cheeks flushing slightly at Enzo's words. "Can't wait," he murmured, his fingers lightly squeezing Enzo's in return.

***

On the night of their musical concert date, Sylver had no idea where the concert was taking place. He opted for an effortlessly sophisticated look. He wore a tailored navy blazer over a crisp, white dress shirt, leaving the top button undone for a touch of casual elegance. His slim-fit black trousers were perfectly pressed, complementing the polished leather loafers on his feet. To complete the outfit, he added a sleek silver watch and a pocket square in a subtle pattern, injecting just the right amount of charm and personality into his ensemble.

Enzo came to pick him up in a sleek chauffeur-driven metallic wine Rolls-Royce, looking dapper in his perfectly tailored black velvet blazer, its subtle sheen catching the evening light. Underneath, he wore a sleek, deep burgundy silk shirt, leaving the top two buttons casually undone too. His slim-fit black trousers were paired with glossy leather oxford shoes. To finish the ensemble, he'd add a silver pocket watch with a delicate chain peeking out, and a slim black ring on one finger—an understated nod to his vampiric heritage.

"Wow," Sylver breathed as he stared at Enzo, admiration and lust fleeting across his face. "You look edible. Do we have to go?" he murmured, licking at his lips which felt suddenly dry.

"Not looking bad yourself," Enzo chuckled, giving Sylver a once-over. "And yes, we have to go. Come on, before we get late." With that, he turned and started for the car.

"Rude..." Sylver muttered under his breath, moving to follow Enzo. The sight of the chauffeur caught him off guard. "Is he a chauffeur or a chaperone?" he murmured when Enzo joined him at the back.

"Both," Enzo murmured, his voice low and laced with a hint of amusement.

Sylver raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Chicken."

"Just cautious," Enzo retorted, a playful glint in his eyes. "Someone has to be."

Throughout the drive, Enzo's fingers remained gently entwined with Sylver's. And despite the frustration simmering within him, Sylver didn't pull away. Instead, he let the warmth of Enzo's touch soothe his irritation, finding a reluctant comfort in the simple, unspoken connection between them.

The car stopped in front of a small, historic theater, to Sylver's surprise. He wondered what kind of musical concert was being held there. They were ushered into the theater which exuded old-world charm and timeless elegance, a perfect setting for an intimate concert. With its ornate, vintage façade, the theater's entrance was adorned with intricate carvings and lined with antique sconces casting a warm, golden light. The hall, which was cozy and dimly lit with chandeliers that created a soft, intimate glow, was designed to seat only a few hundred people.

The goal was to make every performance feel deeply personal, to create an experience that lingered long after the final note. But Enzo had taken it a step further, adding his own extraordinary touch. To Sylver's utter shock, they were the only audience in the entire theater. The vastness of the empty seats only amplified the intimacy of the moment, making it clear that the evening's performance was crafted solely for the two of them.

"Enzo? Why are we the only ones here?" Sylver asked as they followed an usher to their seats.

"Why share perfection when it can be yours alone?" Enzo replied smoothly.

"You're crazy, I swear," Sylver muttered, shaking his head in awe as he sank into his seat. He accepted the champagne flute the usher handed him, a flicker of gratitude softening his expression. "Thank you," he added, still slightly dazed by the unfolding spectacle around him.

"Look," Enzo murmured, gesturing toward the stage, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

Sylver looked up, and a gasp escaped his lips before he could suppress it. The drapes on the stage parted slowly, revealing the back of a man seated on a stool, his posture relaxed yet commanding. In front of him sat a small orchestra, instruments poised as they listened intently to whatever he was saying. The candles and roses placed along the edges of the stage and in the aisles added to the ambiance, their gentle flicker creating a warm, romantic atmosphere that wrapped around the two-man audience like a loving embrace.

The scene was both mesmerizing and mysterious, leaving Sylver with a sense of thrilling anticipation. Before he could ask who the man was, he turned around to face them, a familiar, warm smile spreading across his face.

"John Legend," Sylver breathed, his eyes widening in disbelief. "You actually got him to perform just for us?"

"Just for you," Enzo chuckled, a playful glint in his eyes. "And, I have to admit, I love his soulful voice and that deep emotional resonance." He shrugged casually, though his gaze was intent. "It fits perfectly with the mood I wanted to set tonight."

"Hey, Enzo," the singer called out, flashing a warm smile as Enzo gave him a casual wave. Turning his attention to Sylver, he grinned wider. "Hello, Sylver. I pray this surprise exceeds your expectations."

"Oh, it already has," Sylver replied, his eyes flicking between Enzo and John Legend, earning a chuckle from both. A playful glint sparkled in his gaze as he added, "And surprise is an understatement."

"Mission accomplished, then," Legend replied with a grin. "Tonight, we're here to perform a set of songs carefully curated by Enzo just for you. Each one is either a favorite of yours or holds a hidden meaning tied to your journey with him. So sit back, relax, and enjoy."

Sylver didn't just enjoy it; he was utterly mesmerized. The singer's voice poured out like liquid emotion, embodying love, longing, and vulnerability with each note. The accompanying orchestra added a lush, romantic layer to the performance, their melodies weaving seamlessly with the singer's voice. The theater's impeccable acoustics elevated the experience further, allowing every sound to resonate through the room with a richness that sent chills down Sylver's spine. It was an evening of pure magic, one that left him breathless and profoundly moved.

"This is just... beautiful," Sylver whispered, his voice barely audible as he struggled to contain the wave of emotion washing over him. He hadn't expected to be that moved, yet there he was, eyes glistening as he took in the moment.

After about twelve mesmerizing songs, each one more captivating than the last, they had finally arrived at the evening's grand finale. The room seemed to hold its breath in anticipation as the stage lights dimmed, signaling the start of the final, most meaningful performance.

"This final piece is something truly special," John Legend announced, his voice warm and sincere. "It's a song that Enzo himself composed. It tells the story of how you two met and reflects just how much you mean to him, Sylver. According to your man, music speaks to the heart. So, sit back and let these words speak for themselves. Enjoy."

"What?" Sylver nearly screeched, his eyes widening in shock as he whipped his gaze toward Enzo. "You composed..." he stammered, struggling to find the words.

"That's not true," Enzo groaned, rubbing the back of his neck with a mix of embarrassment and amusement. "I only gave him the lyrics. It was supposed to be a fun song, nothing... dramatic," he added, glancing at Sylver with a sheepish grin.

"You never cease to amaze me, Enzo Jilani," Sylver said, shaking his head in disbelief, a soft smile tugging at his lips. His eyes gleamed with a mixture of admiration and affection as he looked at his mate.

Sylver thoroughly enjoyed listening to the story of their initial encounter unfold in the song. He couldn't help but laugh at some parts. Yet, as the melody deepened and the lyrics grew more emotional, he found himself overwhelmed. By the time the final note resonated through the theater, he was left utterly speechless. John Legend had brought the song to life with such a heartfelt performance that Sylver was left in awe. It wasn't until Enzo gently pressed a handkerchief into his hand that he realized his cheeks were wet with tears.

As the final notes faded and the theater fell into a hushed silence, Sylver sat frozen, overwhelmed by the raw beauty and depth of what he had just experienced. Enzo remained close, his gaze never leaving Sylver, a flicker of concern mixed with tenderness in his eyes. He gently placed his hand on Sylver's shoulder, offering silent support as Sylver gathered himself.

Sylver took a shaky breath, dabbing at his damp cheeks with the handkerchief Enzo had handed him. A faint smile crept onto his lips, though his eyes were still glassy. "That was... incredible," he managed to whisper, his voice tight with emotion.

John Legend gave a modest bow from the stage, acknowledging the impact of the performance, before quietly excusing himself to let the couple have their moment. The theater remained softly lit, the warmth from the candles flickering gently in the semi-darkness.

Enzo, sensing Sylver's need for a bit more time, stayed quiet for a few moments, simply holding Sylver's hand in a comforting grip. When he finally spoke, his voice was soft and low. "Happy birthday," he murmured, his thumb tracing light circles on the back of Sylver's hand.

Sylver looked up at him, still slightly dazed, and then chuckled lightly through his tears. "Thank you," he whispered, his eyes reflecting a mix of affection, surprise, and a hint of amusement. "I still can't believe you pulled this off. I'm rarely left speechless, but you manage to do it with such cheeky ease that it's almost infuriatingly impressive."

Enzo laughed, his gaze softening as he reached out to run a hand through Sylver's. "You're worth every effort," he replied, his tone sincere. "And, well, the night's not quite over yet."

Before Sylver could respond, the theater lights began to dim further, signaling a subtle shift. The ushers reappeared, ushering them toward the exit. The chauffeur opened the door for them and shut it behind them.

"Where to now?" Sylver asked, still feeling the excitement of the night coursing through him.

Enzo shot him a sideways glance as the car moved. "Just a little drive to wind down the evening," he said mysteriously. They drove through the quiet, moonlit streets, the city lights casting a shimmering glow around them. Soft music played in the background, creating a cocoon of tranquility inside the car.

After a short drive, they arrived at a beautifully lit private terrace that overlooked the city skyline. Enzo had arranged a small table set with a bottle of champagne and delicate desserts, the scene both intimate and elegant.

Sylver stared in awe, speechless once again. "You really thought of everything, didn't you?" he murmured, sounding impressed.

Enzo chuckled softly. "I wanted tonight to be perfect," he replied, filling their champagne flutes. "To end it on a sweet note, just like you."

They sat together, sipping their champagne and savoring the desserts. The conversation flowed easily, the earlier intensity giving way to relaxed laughter and lighthearted banter. As the evening drew to a close and the cool breeze whispered around them, Sylver turned to Enzo, his expression earnest.

"Thank you, Enzo. This was... beyond anything I could have imagined. The best birthday present ever."

"The pleasure was all mine," Enzo said quietly. "Thank you for letting me share this with you."

Sylver gazed back at him, eyes glistening under the moonlight. He could only nod. They lingered there a bit longer, soaking in the quiet intimacy of the moment. When it was finally time to leave, Enzo guided Sylver back to the car, his arm draped around his shoulders. The drive back seemed peaceful, but on the contrary, the air between them was charged with sexual tension, a hunger that neither of them could contain. Enzo, however, was determined to end the date like any respectful date would end... Clean!

As they arrived at Sylver's door, Enzo hesitated for a moment before leaning in, pressing a tender kiss to Sylver's forehead. "Goodnight," he murmured softly, his lips brushing against Sylver's skin.

"Don't do that," Sylver rasped. "I..."

But before he could finish what he was about to say, Enzo reached out to draw him in, his mouth finding his almost blindly. It was obvious both needed that connection real bad. Their lips met in a burning rush, Enzo's tongue sweeping through Sylver's mouth, his taste... all male, dark, and hot. They settled into a passionate rhythm, both trembling from the intensity of the kiss. For a moment, they were completely lost in the heat as pleasure rushed through their bodies. The chauffeur was completely forgotten. Sylver groaned into the kiss, needing more. He felt as if he would explode if Enzo didn't give him more. He tore his mouth away from Enzo's with a desperate gasp;

"Enzo, I need you, plea..." He railed off when Enzo abruptly moved away from him, opened the door, and stepped out.

Sylver took a moment to compose himself before getting out of the car. He adjusted himself in his pants and walked slowly to where Enzo stood, breathing harshly. It was so obvious to Sylver that his mate was struggling to keep his hands off him.

"I had an amazing time," Sylver said softly. "Thank you." Then he leaned in to press a kiss against Enzo's cheek. "Goodnight, Enzo," he whispered before turning to enter the house, his heart still racing from the evening's events.

As Enzo watched Sylver disappear into the house, a pang of regret twisted in his chest. It wasn't easy denying his mate pleasure. Sylver was young, full of energy, and had needs. As a werewolf, his wolf would never allow him to seek that pleasure elsewhere, leaving him with no choice but to wait until Enzo was ready to fulfill that need. Enzo knew exactly how difficult that wait was for Sylver.

Still, the evening had unfolded perfectly, and he couldn't deny that they had shared something truly unforgettable. Every moment had fallen into place like a scene from a story he didn't want to end. Knowing that he had givenhis soulmate an incredible experience thrilled him to no end. That look of awehe'd seen on Sylver's face during the concert was forever engraved in his mind.He planned to give his mate more of such looks for the rest of their lives. With one last glance at the door, Enzo slipped into the car, a quiet, contented smile playing on his lips.

The vampire was pleased with the evening, but even more so, he took pride in his unwavering self-control—a triumph that made the night all the more satisfying.

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