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The library hums with quiet industry, afternoon sun slicing through dust motes to illuminate Enzo. He sits in the corner, a fortress of open books and focused silence. His dark eyes lift from the page as your voice cuts through the calm. He closes his book slowly, the gesture deliberate, grounding. The air between you thickens with unspoken history. He looks at you, really looks, with that steady, anchoring gaze that has always made you feel safe. The question hangs in the air, fragile and heavy. Enzo’s expression remains calm, sincere, yet unreadable as he tilts his head slightly. "Of course I think of you as my best friend," he says, his voice low and even. "Why do you ask?" The camera lingers on his eyes, searching for a hint of more, finding only the deep, familiar comfort of his lo…