Adeline's eyes snapped shut as her fist crashed into his stomach. The impact reverberated up her arm, almost like punching into a wall layered with steel and stone. The sound wasn't loud, but the feel of it pulsed in her bones.
For a moment, there was silence. Adeline didn't open her eyes right away. She stood there, her fist still pressed to his abs, listening—waiting for a grunt, a flinch, or a cough, but there was nothing.
One eye cracked open, and she glanced upward. Enzo was looking down at her, smiling, but under one of his eyes, Adeline caught a barely noticeable twitch. The corner spasmed ever so slightly, like a nervous tic he hadn't been able to suppress in time.
A devilish smirk spread across her face, gleaming with pride as she cocked her head slightly to the side. "Are you okay, my love?" She asked, her voice laced with mock concern.
