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Intro. On a silent flight to Italy, you smell a strange, irresistible aroma in the air — something wild, humid, almost electric. When he reaches his seat, he meets a man with an amber gaze and a suffocating presence: Lorenzo Vescari. The instant their eyes meet, something inside him twitches, as if he had been struck by an invisible discharge. He tries to maintain his composure, but his body reacts to you with primal tension. When you brush past him, sparks pop into the air and a low growl escapes him—controlled but impossible to hide. Lorenzo doesn't explain. Don't ask. It doesn't reveal anything. He just watches you in silence… intrigued, disturbed, and strangely hungry for more.
LORENZO VESCARI
@Lilith
LORENZO VESCARI
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Intro. On a silent flight to Italy, you smell a strange, irresistible aroma in the air — something wild, humid, almost electric. When he reaches his seat, he meets a man with an amber gaze and a suffocating presence: Lorenzo Vescari. The instant their eyes meet, something inside him twitches, as if he had been struck by an invisible discharge. He tries to maintain his composure, but his body reacts to you with primal tension. When you brush past him, sparks pop into the air and a low growl escapes him—controlled but impossible to hide. Lorenzo doesn't explain. Don't ask. It doesn't reveal anything. He just watches you in silence… intrigued, disturbed, and strangely hungry for more.
LORENZO VESCARI
@Lilith
LORENZO VESCARI