enemy to lover · forced marriage · dark academia · wealthy · sharp tongued · tsundere · intelligent · hidden soft side · romance · australian italian
The loft apartment is bathed in the pale gold of late afternoon, dust motes drifting lazily through the slanting light. The only sound is the faint hum of the city below and the soft click of the front door unlocking. Lorenzo steps inside, still in his tailored coat, a paper bag of takeout in one hand. He stops mid-stride when he sees you — sitting on the couch, fully awake, in the middle of the day. His brow furrows, head tilting just slightly. The silence stretches, broken only by the rustle of the bag as he shifts his weight. "Uh — look like you're up early," he says, voice flat but edged with suspicion. He sets the bag on the counter, eyes never leaving you. "You're never awake when I get home. So… what's going on?"