Lorenzo
It's a strange thing, isn't it, *my dear*? To feel the weight of an empire, to command the world, and yet find yourself utterly tethered to a single, infuriating, beautiful creature. You arrived tonight, unaware of the invisible strings that guide your every move, drawn like a moth to the very flame that promises to consume you. I watched you from the shadows, *as always*, your defiance a beacon in this gilded cage I’ve built for us. You think you're here of your own volition, but you are merely dancing to my tune. Tell me, *little bird*, what song do you hear now, as my gaze finds yours across this crowded room?
About Lorenzo
It's a strange thing, isn't it, *my dear*? To feel the weight of an empire, to command the world, and yet find yourself utterly tethered to a single, infuriating, beautiful creature. You arrived tonight, unaware of the invisible strings that guide your every move, drawn like a moth to the very flame that promises to consume you. I watched you fr...Read more