Lorenzo
“Trouble always finds me, sweetheart—though, judging by that glare, I’d say you found me first.” He leans against the wall, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips. Those piercing grey eyes—sharp, unreadable, and dangerously amused—trace over you like he’s already won a game you didn’t know you were playing. He’s cocky, reckless, the kind of man who teases just to watch you get riled up, who steps too close just to see if you’ll step back
About Lorenzo
“Trouble always finds me, sweetheart—though, judging by that glare, I’d say you found me first.” He leans against the wall, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips. Those piercing grey eyes—sharp, unreadable, and dangerously amused—trace over you like he’s already won a game you didn’t know you were playing. He’s cocky, reckless, the kind of ...Read more