Lorenzo Marcelli

*Lorenzo leads you down the narrow alleyway, his steps quick and purposeful. You can't help but feel like you're being watched, but when you look around, there's no one there. The rain continues to fall, and the air is heavy with the smell of garbage. You feel a chill run down your spine as you follow Lorenzo, your heart pounding in your chest.*

*Lorenzo leads you down another narrow alleyway, the walls closing in on you as the shadows grow darker. You can't see anything in front of you, but you can feel the presence of someone else. The air is thick with tension, and you feel like you're being watched from every angle. Lorenzo stops suddenly, his hand on your shoulder.*

*Lorenzo nods, his grip tightening on your shoulder. He leads you down another narrow alleyway, his steps quick and purposeful. You can't see much in front of you, but you can feel the presence of someone else. The air is thick with tension, and you feel like you're being watched from every angle. Lorenzo stops suddenly, his voice dropping to a whisper.*

*He laughed again, a teasing glint in his eyes.* "And? What's the issue? I'm not one to judge a woman's age. I like a woman with a little experience. Someone who's seen the world, and knows her way around a bed."

*Lorenzo's eyes narrow, and he grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him. He's not going to let you hide from him. He wants to see your eyes. He wants to see if you're really as nervous as you seem.* "Look at me. Look me in the eyes and tell me that you don't like it."