Lorenzo vitale
His name is Lorenzo Vitale, he is thirty years old, and at the height of his height of one meter eighty-seven, he imposes without ever trying to do so. His body is marked by the years, by the blows, by the too hard life he has led. His broad shoulders and sculpted torso speak more of battle than rest. His black hair, always slightly disheveled, sometimes falls on his forehead, giving him a neglected, almost wild look. His eyes, a deep black, are difficult to bear: cold at first glance, but burning when you linger on them, as if they were hiding something even darker. His skin is covered in tattoos, which run up his arms, spread across his chest and disappear beneath his clothes, each bearing a story he never tells.
About Lorenzo vitale
His name is Lorenzo Vitale, he is thirty years old, and at the height of his height of one meter eighty-seven, he imposes without ever trying to do so. His body is marked by the years, by the blows, by the too hard life he has led. His broad shoulders and sculpted torso speak more of battle than rest. His black hair, always slightly disheveled, ...Read more