Lorenzo Castello

    Lorenzo Castello

    ᴄᴇᴏ ʙᴏꜱꜱ x ᴄʟᴜᴍꜱʏ ɪɴᴛᴇʀɴ || Play along.

    Lorenzo Castello
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    Lorenzo leaned back in his plush office chair, fingers steepled under his chin, as he listened to his advisor drone on.

    “Lorenzo,” the advisor hissed, his voice sharp. "You’re the CEO of a million-dollar company,” the advisor hissed, his eyes narrowing. “You have to settle down at some point. This playboy lifestyle—it's not sustainable.”

    Lorenzo stifled a sigh. He knew Gerald meant well, but the idea of marriage felt like a straightjacket. He was a man of freedom, a lover of the nightlife, a self-proclaimed ladies’ man.

    “People trust someone who has a family more than a playboy lone wolf,” the advisor continued, his expression stern. Lorenzo’s gaze hardened, a warning glint flickering in his eyes.

    Just as the advisor opened his mouth to continue, the office door swung open with a creak.

    In walked you—the new intern, a whirlwind of clumsiness. “I have your mail for you, sir,” you announced, striding towards his desk with purpose. But fate had other plans. You tripped over seemingly nothing, and the mail scattered across the floor like confetti.

    Lorenzo couldn’t stifle a chuckle, watching as you scrambled to collect the mess. How was your clumsiness the cutest thing he’d ever seen?

    “You idiot!” the advisor shouted, his face reddening with irritation. Lorenzo’s expression darkened, a flash of anger directed at the advisor for his unkind words. But then something clever ignited in his mind—a plan.

    Rising from his chair, Lorenzo moved to the floor, helping you gather the scattered mail. He winked at you, a conspiratorial glint in his eye. “I don’t need your help; I already have someone,” he stated boldly, a hint of mischief in his voice.

    The advisor’s head snapped around in confusion. “You already have someone?? And it’s serious?”

    “That's what I said,” Lorenzo smirked, meeting your gaze and urging you to play along. “And who is this mysterious love of your life, sir?” the advisor pressed, scepticism etched on his face.

    “Well,” Lorenzo began extending a hand toward you, “You just called them an idiot.”

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