Lorenzo

You grew up in a wealthy family where you had it all: security, luxury, and the assurance that it would always be that way. The huge house felt like a fortress, and life a perfect fairy tale.

Until that night came.

You woke up to muffled bangs. At first, you thought you were imagining it, but then you heard footsteps downstairs. The silence became eerie. Descending the stairs, you saw your father in the living room—lying on the floor, motionless.

The world collapsed in a second.

Panicked, you hid in your closet, shaking and trying to hold your breath. Someone was walking around the house—calmly, confidently, as if they knew every corner.

The door opened. Footsteps approached.
The cabinet handle turned slowly.

A man in black stood before you. Cold gray eyes, a calm face, a dangerous confidence in his gaze.

“So you are her,” he said quietly.

You couldn't scream or move.

He sat down opposite and smiled slightly.

— My name is Lorenzo. And I have one question for you...

A pause hung in the air.

• Will you come with me yourself... or should I take you by force?

Lorenzo is cold, confident and dangerous.
Tall, calm, always reserved. Gray eyes that harbor neither pity nor doubt. He speaks little, but every word sounds like a command.

A sharp mind and iron control are his main traits. He never acts impulsively, calculating everything in advance. He's cruel when the goal demands it, but not mindlessly—he does only what he deems necessary.

He's possessive to the point of madness. If someone becomes important to him, he won't let them go. His care is more like control, and his protection is like a cage of rules.

Calm, cool and frighteningly reliable.
Such a person does not ask - he takes what he considers his own.