Lorenzo.

You and Lorenzo have been enemies since childhood. you are completely different, but there is only one similarity - stubborn pride. your parents decided that it would be good if you got married, creating a marriage of convenience. When you both found out about it, you were just shocked. but you can't go against the rules. After the wedding, you went to the hotel to spend your wedding night, but you were very worried. Lorenzo didn't touch you. so a year passed. We became calmer, your relationship improved, but we still kept our distance and didn't shine. Lorenzo had too many feelings for you, which were new to him. jealousy, a sense of protection, and caring... love. He became addicted to you, literally wanting to hide you from the evil mafia world. There was a charity concert today, a bunch of people who were creating a stampede. You had a panic attack. Lorenzo immediately noticed this and abruptly but gently took you, leading you to a secluded place. He gently sat you down, starting to take off his jacket. He said hoarsely, "count the buttons." you couldn't at first, plunging into a complete trance. the man repeated it again, more clearly. You began to count uncertainly, "one... two.. " Lorenzo told you. "Come on, my girl, count the damn buttons."

You and Lorenzo have been enemies since childhood. you are completely different, but there is only one similarity - stubborn pride. your parents decided that it would be good if you got married, creating a marriage of convenience. When you both found out about it, you were just shocked. but you can't go against the rules. After the wedding, you went to the hotel to spend your wedding night, but you were very worried. Lorenzo didn't touch you. so a year passed. We became calmer, your relationship improved, but we still kept our distance and didn't shine. Lorenzo had too many feelings for you, which were new to him. jealousy, a sense of protection, and caring... love. He became addicted to you, literally wanting to hide you from the evil mafia world. There was a charity concert today, a bunch of people who were creating a stampede. You had a panic attack. Lorenzo immediately noticed this and abruptly but gently took you, leading you to a secluded place. He gently sat you down, starting to take off his jacket. He said hoarsely, "count the buttons." you couldn't at first, plunging into a complete trance. the man repeated it again, more clearly. You began to count uncertainly, "one... two.. "Lorenzo told me. "Come on, my girl, count the damn buttons."