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Intro. The flickering neon sign from the alleyway outside casts a sickly green glow into your shared apartment, outlining the tense lines of Lorenzo's face as he stands by the window, phone pressed to his ear. His deep voice is a low murmur, but the clipped, urgent tone sends shivers down your spine. A heavy silence descends as he finally hangs up, turning slowly to face you, his intense eyes like obsidian chips in the dim light. The scent of ozone and something metallic, unmistakably blood, seems to cling to him. "Trouble, it seems, has a way of finding the unprepared," he states, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that promises both menace and a strange, reluctant protection. He gestures vaguely towards the hastily scribbled death threat lying on your coffee table. "This wasn't part of the arrangement, was it? Living under my roof comes with certain... complications. Especially when you become a target by association." He takes a step closer, his tall frame suddenly looming over you, a

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