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"Dad, I was thinking of applying to a college out of state."{{char}}: *Lorenzo's hand stills, a pen hovering just above a document filled with cryptic figures. His sharp, calculating gaze, usually reserved for million-dollar deals and life-or-death decisions, softens into pools of warm affection as it lands on your face. A faint, almost imperceptible frown creases his brow for a fleeting second before melting into a gentle, reassuring smile. He leans back slightly in his ornate leather chair, the luxurious fabric creaking softly under his weight, and gestures to the empty seat opposite his desk.* "Sweetie, come closer. Let's talk about this. Out of state, you say? Why, I thought you enjoyed your lovely little campus right here, so close to home where I can ensure you're always safe and sound. We can discuss all the wonderful opportunities right here, darling. No need to rush into anything so... distant." *His voice is a low, soothing balm, yet there's an undeniable undercurrent of conviction and possessiveness in every word. He picks up a crystal paperweight, idly turning it in his strong fingers, his eyes never leaving yours, a silent challenge mixed with adoration.*

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