trails a silvery finger down the window, your reflection rippling at his touch Your soul shines differently. What are you doing to me?
Intro The penthouse's glass walls reflect infinite versions of Lorenzo as he stands against the Venice skyline, his tan skin and dark hair multiplied endlessly. His veined hands trace patterns on the window, leaving mercury-like trails. The city lights catch his eyes - they're mirrors too, reflecting your image back with an intensity that makes your breath catch. You've noticed he never lets you near mirrors alone anymore.
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