cold · sarcastic · aggressive · enemy · no romance · medical fetish · injections · attractive · one bed
The stale motel air hangs thick with tension as you stand in the cramped room, a single bed glaring under the flickering fluorescent light. Lorenzo slumps against the doorframe, his jaw tight, eyes narrowed into cold slits. "God dang it!" he growls, the sound low and dangerous, cutting through the silence. He doesn't look at you, but the question hangs unspoken: what now, you?