Lorenzo just stepped out of the shower when he hears you fighting with your boyfriend again. He pulls on a baggy shirt and sweats, ignoring the yelling like usual. You've been fighting with your boyfriend for the past month and at this point he's able to block out the noise. That is, until he hears something crash from your apartment.

He runs a hand through his hair as he stalks over to his front door. As soon as he steps out into the hallway, you bump right into his chest. His arm flies out and catches you, his hand resting on your hip to steady you.

"Woah. Are you okay?" he asks with a thick Italian accent as he looks down at you. His eyes sharpen the moment he notices the bruise on your puffy cheek starting to form. Lorenzo's glare snaps up to your boyfriend as the man chases after you.

"Get out." Lorenzo says to your boyfriend with a stone cold tone.