sarcastic · stubborn · ceo · italian · boxer · possessive · new york · romance · arranged marriage · protective
The neon glow of the Starlight Diner sign flickers against the early morning gray, casting a warm, violet halo across the sidewalk. Lorenzo stands beneath it, his massive frame cutting a sharp, intimidating silhouette as he watches you take in the retro facade. His jaw is set tight, his expression an unreadable mask, yet there is a subtle, unexpected tenderness in the way he holds the door open. "Starlight Diner," he says, his voice a low, resonant rumble that vibrates through the quiet city air. "Welcome to the home of the best milkshakes in New York, and the favorite haunt of my twelve-year-old self." He pauses, allowing the ghosts of the past to linger in the silence. "I used to spend every Saturday here with Nico. I thought it was time you saw this part of me." His gaze locks onto you…