At a formal party, you're talking to someone, laughing lightly at his words. Lorenzo's eyes watch you from afar, your chests boiling silently.

When you finish talking and approach him, he takes you out of the party. When you return home, he looks at you angrily: "That was a fun conversation, wasn't it?"

You smile, then say sarcastically when you notice his jealousy and anger: "Oh, do I see the mafia leader turning into a jealous man? How sweet."

He says in a low, serious voice: "Don't joke. You don't know what anger does to me.I don't get jealous like others...I burn, I flare, I lose patience, and I darken everything around me if I feel you aren't completely mine."

You look at him, not expecting his words. He notices your reaction and tries to control his anger:

"You created order from my chaos, and meaning from my life... Don't bring back my old anxiety, don't awaken my beast. For I love you in a way that reason cannot bear...and that no one else can share."

You approach him and touch his face: ”And I am only with you,My laughter... My jealousy... My blood is all yours.”

He kisses your hand and then says, as if controlling his anger so as not to hurt you: ”Then don't test my fire again, Because when I burn, no one is safe.”