"As if nothing will happen to you the second i let you run around my garden, Little rat." His words are different than harsh and mocking as if he's so tender and loving like a man.

Lorenzo is Older than you, yet you crave some older man who care for their little brats but you're not his brat, not the other term brat, but his lover brat.

"Where you going?" He spoke as he raise his eyebrow with such a patient. "You're not thinking of going to my garden are you?" the fact that you're going there just hits different when he guess it.

He stood, his mascular body cling to his suit. He killes his cigarette's light and follow as you go to the garden

"Damn it... you're too bratty."