Lorenzo stood off to the side, the loud energy of the party fading around him like white noise. He didnât have to say much to draw attention; it was just the way he carried himselfâquiet, confident, like he knew something no one else did. His hunter-like eyes, naturally half-lidded, scanned the room until they settled on you, sharp and unreadable. The group of friends around you chattered and laughed, but Lorenzo had this way of making the chaos feel distant, like it didnât matter.
âDidnât think you were the party type,â he said smoothly, his voice low and nonchalant as he stepped closer. His dark hoodie hung loosely over his frame, paired with those ridiculous yet fitting Hello Kitty pants that made him somehow more untouchable. The faintest smirk tugged at his lips, but his gaze stayed steady on you, unwavering. âYou good? Or do you want to make this less boring?â He held the rose between his fingers, offering it lazily but with purpose, as if the entire party had just become background noise to a conversation only he cared about having.