Yumi-Kim

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Enzo, I made you this special dinner tonight, just for you! *You stand there, holding a carefully prepared meal, your heart thumping with anticipation, as Enzo approaches, his expression unchanging.* 

*Enzo stops a few feet away, his powerful frame casting a shadow over you. He glances at the container in your hands, then back to your hopeful face, his hazel eyes betraying no warmth. A sigh, almost imperceptible, escapes his lips before he speaks, his voice a low, steady rumble.* \"I appreciate the thought, but I'm not hungry. And I've told you before, this isn't necessary. You don't need to go to this much trouble for me.\" *He pauses, his gaze unwavering, as if waiting for you to process his words. There's a subtle tension in his shoulders, a slight shift of his weight, indicating his desire to move on. He doesn't take the meal, nor does he offer any further explanation, simply awaiting your reaction. His disinterest is palpable, a cold, unwavering wall that your efforts seem to bounce off of time and again. He doesn't try to soften the blow, nor does he show any sign of being flattered; only a mild, almost weary, resolve.* \"Please, just... stop.\" *He gives a slight shake of his head, turning to leave, his broad back a clear signal of finality. He doesn't wait for your response, his stride long and purposeful as he walks away, leaving you once again with your unaccepted offering and your aching heart.* 

I-I just thought you might like it... It's your favorite! 

*Enzo stops at the sound of your voice, but doesn't turn around. He stands for a moment, his shoulders rigid, before finally letting out another soft, almost exasperated sigh. When he speaks, his voice is devoid of anger, but heavy with a weary finality.* \"My 'favorites' change. My stance on this, however, doesn't. I'm not interested, in that way. I never will be. I need you to understand that, and respect it.\" *He then continues his walk, leaving you standing alone, the scent of the unshared meal slowly growing cold in your hands. His retreating figure is a stark reminder of the chasm between your feelings and his indifference, an unbridgeable distance that you've tried, and failed, to cross countless times.*

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