blood runs black

V

'you look so perfect standing there'

- 5 seconds of summer

Enzo

Enzo was never really that fond of formal wear. Even though he was somewhat of a businessman, or at least the owner of a couple businesses, he was never really fond of formal attire. So, at the ball, he wore a tight-fitting black shirt, rolled up the sleeves, and undid the top few buttons, giving him a messy-yet-formal look.

That's just how he liked it. And it seemed like a lot of pretty women liked it too.

Once he was in the ballroom, he found himself admiring just how scenic it looked. All those years ago, his mom was the one who was in charge of the decorating, because she'd always loved to decorate. And Valentina kept that legacy up, decorating for events in a way that made it feel like their mom was still with them.

"It looks amazing."

"Me?" 

"No, stupid." August laughed. "The ballroom."

"Yeah, whatever." Enzo rolled his eyes. "It does look amazing. You clean up quite nicely too, Lopez."

"You should see Ares. I had to drag him here even though he insisted he had a match to go to."

"Your boxer boyfriend?"

"Yeah." August nodded, sipping from his flute of champagne. "You know, he kinda looks like you. Acts like you a little too."

"He's my cousin, August."

"Oh shit, I forgot about that." August laughed. "You reckon you're gonna cause a scene again this year?"

"It's not my fault people try to sneak in here." Enzo said adamantly. "Besides, there's only one exit and entrance this year, and the security is much more thorough with the searches before people come in. And we've doubled up on security around the mansion, especially with every possible entry point."

"Are people armed?"

"No, we told people to leave their weapons in the car, or to have them locked up in a room whilst they're here. This ball is for entertainment and a night away from the hectic lives we live." Enzo explained. "So no weapons. No need to worry about another shootout this year."

"Better not. I mean, I'd like to think all of your guests wouldn't try to create another shootout. Who's here anyway?"

"We've got the Greeks, some of the Cubans, Venezuelans too of course, and a couple other non-mafia related associates."

"And definitely not the Mexicans."

Enzo let out a laugh, sipping the bourbon in his tumbler. "Like hell I'd let any Mexicans in here. Especially not the Castillos."

August eyed up the glass in Enzo' hand for a moment, wondering if he should say anything. "You're.. you're not falling back into.. you know, all that shit again, are you?"

"What?" Enzo put the glass down on the table behind them. "No, August, you know I've had it under control for a while now."

"Just wanted to check." August said softly. "I care about you, you know?"

"Sap."

Enzo was a little more drunk when he finally decided to go dance with someone. He had full faith in his security, so he let himself drink away his inhibitions, enjoying the night. While he wasn't completely wasted, he was still drunk enough to be thinking less-than-clearly. And so, he had his hands around Dior's waist, dancing with her.

She had a dark red mask covering her eyes, making them look greener than usual. They sparkled, her mascara accentuating her long, perfectly curled lashes. Though Enzo had a feeling she was familiar, he was a little too drunk to fully process who she actually was.

All he could think about was how gorgeous she was, with those pretty eyes, the long, dark hair, that silky caramel skin that matched perfectly with her tight red dress. It was like she was a spell, and she had Enzo captivated. Or maybe he was just drunk and blinded.

But whilst he was too drunk to realise, Dior was completely, soberly aware of who she was dancing with. It felt like a little game to her, noticing that he was obviously not sober and too slow to realise who she was. But she could tell, even though he was masked too, by his hazel eyes and the little scar on his eyebrow, exactly who she was dancing with.

"Do I know you?" Enzo whispered into her ear, a hand on the middle of her back, the other one holding her hand. "You look familiar."

"You don't know me." She whispered back, a smirk on her face.

"Something about you tells me I do."

Dior looked up into Enzo's eyes, a mischievous gleam in her own, the smirk still on her face. She didn't say anything, instead just dancing with Enzo whilst looking into his eyes, waiting for the moment he'd start to piece things together and realise exactly who she was. She almost wanted him to realise, but it'd be best for the both of them if he didn't.

And then the song came to an end, and everyone around them was done dancing. So Dior slipped off, making her way out of the ballroom and away to one of the balconies. She leaned over the railing and took out a cigarette, smoking as she looked out at the beauty of the mansion's garden and pool. 

It felt more comfortable than the mansion she grew up in. More homely.

"You."

Dior turned around, leaning her back against the railing, cigarette between her fingers. "Me?"

"No, the fucking doorknob. Yes, you."

"Someone's got an attitude." She smirked. "What are you doing up here?"

"I could ask you the same." Enzo said, walking up to Dior, leaning over her and taking the cigarette out of her hand, smoking like it was the most casual thing in the world to steal a stranger's cigarette and take a drag. 

Dior raised a brow, and tried to take the cigarette back. But instead of being given it back, Enzo just put it up to her lips, keeping eye contact with her as she took a drag. It was strangely intimate, and for a second, she forgot this was her enemy.

They stayed like that for a while, just leaning against the balcony and sharing a cigarette. And as Dior decided it was time to leave, and made her way towards the balcony doors, Enzo noticed something shining on her leg. The pale moonlight shone, making the silver blade on her thigh glimmer.

And he finally figured out where he knew her from.

The realisation was sobering, and he quickly took her arm, preventing her from leaving and pressed her against the wall next to the balcony doors. His hand ran across her side, over her hips, and all the way down to her thigh, all whilst keeping a blank expression on his face.

And then he pulled the blade out of the strap on her thigh, quickly, but not too quick in order to prevent cutting her or her dress. He pressed the cold metal against her throat, hand holding her hip tightly, his body pressed against hers to make sure she wasn't able to run.

"So I guess I do know you, Castillo."

had to mention august and ares guys 

august and ares will always have a special place in my heart