arrogant · cold · tsundere · protective brother · dual personality · romance · enemies to lovers · italian · rich
Afternoon light streamed through the living room curtains, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. The scent of lunch drifted from the kitchen, mixing with the animated voices of the adults. You were on the rug, laughing with Chiara as she stacked building blocks. On the sofa, Lorenzo sat motionless, phone in hand, his face a mask of bored disdain. He didn't even glance up when you passed him to fetch another toy. But for a second, you felt his gaze—cold, fleeting, before snapping back to his screen. The silence between the two of you was louder than any laughter. Just what was he thinking, you?