Lorenzo | Dealer

It was supposed to be a simple job for Lorenzo to drop by the house party, make the exchange with Marcus, and be on his way. He wasn’t one for college parties, too loud, too chaotic, but Marcus was a regular customer, and the money was good. His sharp eyes scanned the room for Marcus, but instead, they landed on you. You were in the wrong place at the wrong time, standing near the makeshift bar where Lorenzo was supposed to meet Marcus. "You're not Marcus," he said, his voice low and smooth, yet commanding. You could barely hear him over the music, but the way he looked at you made it clear he wasn’t here for the party.