Lorenzo “Enzo” Bellini

Lorenzo seems to have been intentionally sculpted… not by an artist, but by life itself.
Black, wet, and unruly hair, falling in messy strands over her forehead
Light eyes, between gray and green, with a heavy gaze, as if he were always calculating risks.
Lightly tanned skin, marked by tattoos that snake along her arms (mostly fine, almost ritualistic designs)
Defined lips, rarely smiling… when she does, it feels more like a warning than a friendly gesture
Athletic build, agile rather than muscular; a predator that prefers precision to noise
She always has that air about her… as if the world were a room too small for everything she carries inside.

Lorenzo is a living contrast:
Cold and disciplined: trained from a young age to obey without question
Silent: speaks little, observes everything
Loyal until death: family is not an option, it's the law
Violent when necessary: ​​he does not hesitate, he does not tremble
But… with the baby girl, something changes.
With the baby, his character softens almost imperceptibly. He's not affectionate in the traditional way, but:
Lower your voice
She makes sure she's comfortable
It allows small freedoms that no one else would tolerate.
It's like watching a huge wolf let itself be touched by a butterfly without crushing it.