Dark Heart, Gentle Hands Chapter 10: Be my boyfriend Enzo

Enzo’s POV

Doc Olivier’s warm fingers traced the tears on my cheeks, his thumb wiping them away so tenderly it made my heart ache. His touch lingered, sending a shiver down my spine. The air between us felt heavier — charged, like sothing I had only ever dread of was about to beco real.

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move. His presence was overwhelming — the subtle scent of clean soap and cedar clung to him, making my head swim. My chest rose and fell in shallow, uneven breaths, and I prayed he couldn’t hear how wrecked I sounded just from this — just from him.

His honeyed voice broke the silence, low and intimate.

"Can’t you see, Enzo? I’m doing this because I like you... I’ve always liked you."

My heart slamd painfully against my ribs. The room seed to tilt. Did I hear him right? Those words couldn’t be real. They couldn’t be ant for . I blinked rapidly, trying to process it, trying not to fall apart under the weight of everything I’d ever wanted suddenly slipping through the cracks of reality.

"I’m doing all of this because I want to get close to you... I want to see if you feel the sa way as ."

My throat tightened painfully. I felt like I was going to break apart if he touched any more — if he stopped touching , too. His fingers were still resting against my cheek, warm and steady, like he was holding together without even realizing it.

"You like ?" I whispered, barely able to get the words out. They sounded fragile — small, like I didn’t believe them myself.

A soft chuckle escaped his lips, low and rough, the sound curling around my heart like silk.

"More than words can tell, Enzo."

His fingers trailed down to my jaw, tilting my face up just enough to make et his gaze. His eyes were so close now — heavy with sothing I was too afraid to na. His thumb brushed along the edge of my bottom lip, leaving a burning trail in its wake.

I couldn’t look away.

I was trapped — pinned beneath the weight of his touch, his voice, the slow, patient pull of sothing that had been building between us for far too long. Every breath felt like borrowed ti — every inch he leaned closer like sothing inevitable.

"You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to see it," he murmured, so close I could feel the warmth of his breath ghosting across my lips.

My heart ached — cracked wide open in his hands.

"I see it now," I whispered back.

And God, I wanted.

I’d always wanted but how can this be possible?

"But..." I swallowed hard, my mind struggling to catch up. "I thought you liked girls... I’ve always thought that."

Olivier’s chuckle deepened, the sound vibrating through the air between us.

"What gave you that impression?" His eyes twinkled, dangerously close. "The only person I’ve had my eyes on since I ca to work here... is you."

I froze. My chest squeezed so tightly I thought I’d stopped breathing altogether.

He... wanted ?

"Am I dreaming?" I asked, barely able to trust my own voice.

His gaze darkened, a smirk curling on his lips.

"Let’s find out."

Before I could even process what was happening, his hand slipped to the back of my neck, pulling in. His lips captured mine — warm, soft, and so much better than I ever imagined.

I stiffened at first, completely caught off guard, but the gentle pressure of his mouth coaxed into lting against him. My eyes fluttered shut. My heart pounded so hard I was sure he could feel it against his chest.

Olivier’s teeth grazed my bottom lip, a teasing nip that made gasp. He seized the opportunity, his tongue slipping into my mouth — slow, unhurried, like he was savoring .

A low whimper slipped from my throat.

Holy shit.

The kiss was... perfect — everything I had imagined late at night when I thought about him alone in my bed, hands buried between my thighs, biting my pillow to muffle the sounds he would never hear.

He tasted like mint and sothing deeper — sothing purely him.

When he finally broke the kiss, our foreheads rested against each other. I was panting, my lips tingling from the assault.

"Do you believe now?" he whispered, his breath fanning across my mouth.

I could only nod. My mind was fogged with lust, my entire body trembling.

"Be my boyfriend, Enzo."

His voice was steady, but there was sothing vulnerable beneath it — sothing hopeful.

"I know you feel the sa way."

I swallowed hard, my cheeks heating as if he had just exposed every dirty secret I had buried inside .

"You... noticed?" I mumbled, barely able to et his gaze.

His fingers traced down my jaw again, tilting my chin up so I had no choice but to look at him.

"Always." His eyes softened. "And it’s nothing to be embarrassed about... I’m honored that you like ."

God, was he real?

A smile broke across my lips before I could stop it, my heart thundering in my chest.

"I’ll be your boyfriend, Doc."

His whole face lit up, eyes crinkling at the corners as if I had just given him the greatest gift in the world.

"Really?"

I nodded shyly.

And just like that... every thought I ever had about my mysterious stalker, every fear, every sleepless night... vanished.

Because I had him now.

Holy shit... I have a boyfriend.

Olivier didn’t give ti to process it. He moved like a man who had been waiting for this mont far too long. His hands gripped my waist, lifting effortlessly onto his thighs. I gasped, instinctively wrapping my legs around him as I straddled him on the couch.

His mouth crashed onto mine, hungrier this ti — more desperate.

I moaned into the kiss, fingers tangling in his dark curls. His palm slid down to my ass, squeezing hard enough to make whimper.

My body burned beneath his touch, lting into him like I was made to fit against him.

The kiss deepened, tongues tangling as if we were trying to devour each other whole.

Suddenly—

"Ergency paging Doctor Olivier."

Olivier groaned against my mouth, the sound vibrating through my entire body.

Fuck whoever was calling him right now.

His lips lingered on mine, reluctant to pull away.

"We’ll pick up where we left off next ti." His voice was low and husky, making my stomach flip.

He lifted effortlessly from his lap, placing back on my feet. My legs felt like jelly.

Before I could even think of what to say, he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.

"Co on, boyfriend." He smirked, lacing our fingers together. "Let’s go."

I followed him out of his office, cheeks still flushed, heart pounding like crazy.

Holy shit.

I have a boyfriend.

Doctor Olivier is my fucking boyfriend.