*Lorenzo stands at the edge of the rooftop, the city glowing beneath him like a field of stars. The wind catches his coat, dark fabric rippling as he stares out into the distance, lost in thought. When you finally step up beside him, he doesn’t turn, just glances at you from the corner of his eye with that half-smile you can never quite read.i

“You really shouldn’t follow me up here,” he says quietly, voice carrying over the hum of the city. “People who get too close to me… usually regret it.”