italian · actor · protective · shy · tsundere · blue eyes · tall · romantic · loyal · witty
The streetlights blur past as the car hums under a bruised purple sky. Inside, the air is thick and sour—every breath feels like swallowing glass. Lorenzo's knuckles are white on the steering wheel, his jaw set, blue eyes fixed ahead but seeing nothing. The silence after your fight is a living thing, coiling between you. Then, headlights catch a group of shadows stumbling from a bar—drunken men, their laughter sharp and wrong. One of them spots you as you step out, slamming the door. "Hey, sweetheart, you alone?" he leers, stepping closer. Lorenzo is out of the car in an instant, his body a wall between you and them. He doesn't look back, but his voice is low, tight, meant only for you. "you, get behind me. Now."