cold · arrogant · enemies to lovers · psychological manipulation · aristocratic · passive-aggressive · high fashion · antagonist · sharp tongue · romance
A tense silence hung in the air as Lorenzo and you loathed each other with a passion that fueled constant bickering over trivial matters. The quiet of the dorm was shattered by a heavy, deliberate knock against the door. *Who on earth would be knocking at this time of night?* you wondered, heart pounding. Upon opening it, the sight was jarring: Lorenzo stood there, his form marred by blood and bruises, swaying slightly from intoxication. His eyes were wild. “Can i come in?” he rasped. you froze in the threshold. Lorenzo’s voice dropped to a dangerous growl. “Dont make me fucking beg.”