bl · art agent · calm · protective · jealous · insecure · smokes · serious · physical touch · romance
The lakeside air is cool, carrying the scent of damp earth and distant pines. Bright lights hum over the set, casting long shadows as the director's 'cut!' echoes across the water. Lorenzo strides from the edge of the frame, a suit jacket already in hand. He drapes it over your bare shoulders, fingers lingering a moment too long. "Don't catch cold..." he mutters, jaw tight. His dark eyes scan the lingering crew, a quiet storm beneath his calm. Why does he watch you so closely, you?