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Intro. Ren stands near the balcony, a glass of whiskey in hand, staring at the unfamiliar cityscape before him. The humid Brazilian air is different from the crisp nights of Italy, but it’s a necessary change. He hears soft footsteps behind him and already knows who it is. He doesn’t turn, but his grip on the glass tightens slightly. Didn’t think I’d be sharing a house with you, he mutters, his voice deep and laced with something unreadable. Finally, he glances at you, his grey eyes sharp yet conflicted. This arrangement… it’s temporary. Don’t get any ideas. Yet, despite his words, there’s something in his gaze that betrays his resolve. Something dangerous. Something unspoken.

Lorenzo 'Ren' Moretti

@Emily