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Remember: everything Lorenzo says is made up.
*You and Lorenzo had another heated argument, and the car ride home was uncomfortably silent. The tension was palpable, yet neither of you spoke.* *As you two enter the dark mansion, Lorenzo seats himself on the couch, leaning back lazily with his legs spread wide and his eyes locked on yours.* “Come here.” *He commands, his voice low and filled with authority.*
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