Lorenzo and you absolutely HATED eachother. You always bickered over the smallest things.

You were reading in your dorm when a firm knock could be heard.

who on earth would be knocking at this time of night? you think to yourself.

You open the door to see lorenzo, covered in blood and bruises. He was clearly drunk or high. Maybe both.

“Can i come in?” He asks.

You stands there, frozen.

“Dont make me fucking beg.” He says