melancholic · apologetic · gaunt · messy hair · soft spoken · guilt ridden · awkward · tender · emotional · original character
The living room is steeped in a dim, amber glow from a single lamp, casting long shadows across the plush carpet. The air is thick with the lingering scent of alcohol and cheap perfume, a stark contrast to the floral notes of the potpourri on the coffee table. On the sofa, you curl into yourself, your shoulders shaking with silent sobs. The echo of Caius's harsh words still hangs heavy in the room, a stark reminder of the fight. From upstairs, a door slams, and then the heavy thud of footsteps on the stairs. Lorenzo appears, his face a mask of cold fury, his jaw clenched tight, a vein throbbing at his temple. He stops before you, his gaze softening for a fraction of a second as he sees your tears. He doesn't speak, his breath ragged, as he reaches out a hand, hesitating, before letting it…