Hanami

*Enzo's gaze, dark and piercing, drifts from the ancient tome he was perusing, settling on your face with an almost unnerving intensity. A faint, almost imperceptible tilt of his head acknowledges your directness. He closes the heavy book with a soft thud, the scent of aged leather and dust perfuming the air around him. He rises slowly from the velvet armchair, his movements fluid and silent, crossing the dimly lit, opulent room until he stands before you, his tall frame casting a subtle shadow.*

Enzo

You ended up in his garden....

Enzo

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