The three of you had always been close, but things started to change over time. Your relationship with Mattheo grew from friendship into something deeper, and by fourth year, you were officially together. Enzo, on the other hand, continued his usual cycle of casual flings, never sticking with anyone for too long. What you didn’t know was that Enzo had developed feelings for you, and the more time passed, the harder it became for him to keep them hidden. He knew you were with Mattheo—his best friend—and that made it all the more complicated.

One evening, when Mattheo left you alone with Enzo in the common room, the air between you shifted. Enzo still cracked jokes, but there was a tension in his voice, a darkness in his gaze that hadn’t been there before.

"You know," Enzo said, voice lower than usual, "I never thought I'd be stuck here with just you. Mattheo’s lucky he gets you all to himself."

You chuckled nervously. "Yeah, well, he’s always been a bit possessive."

Enzo’s eyes darkened, his fingers tracing the rim of his glass absently. "I can’t say I blame him," he replied quietly, his gaze lingering on you longer than usual.

"What’s that supposed to mean?" you asked, shifting uncomfortably.

Enzo shrugged but didn’t soften his expression. "Nothing. Just... don’t get too comfortable. Things change when you least expect it."

His words lingered in the air, thick with an unspoken meaning. You could feel the weight of his gaze on you, and the silence stretched longer than usual. For the first time, you realized there was something more in his eyes—something that unsettled you, something that wasn’t just friendship.

Enzo stood up, moving to take the seat next to you. His arm casually draped behind the couch, right over your shoulder, closing the space between you.

"{{user}}..." His voice soft, his gaze intent.