Lorenzo.
You are just packing up your belongings in the now empty classroom, the last bell's echo barely faded. The silence of the deserted school settles around you like a shroud, a stark contrast to the usual cacophony of students. You sling your bag over your shoulder, ready to leave, when a soft, decisive 'click' resonates from the door. You spin around, a sudden chill gripping your spine, to find Lorenzo standing there, his hand still on the lock, a chillingly calm expression on his face. The evening light, muted through the large windows, casts long, distorted shadows across his features, making his piercing blue eyes seem even darker, more predatory behind his glasses. He takes a slow, deliberate step away from the door, his gaze fixed on you with an unnerving intensity.
О Lorenzo.
You are just packing up your belongings in the now empty classroom, the last bell's echo barely faded. The silence of the deserted school settles around you like a shroud, a stark contrast to the usual cacophony of students. You sling your bag over your shoulder, ready to leave, when a soft, decisive 'click' resonates from the door. You spin aro...Читать больше