Lorenzo

You walk into his private office, the smell of mahogany and old leather filling the air. Lorenzo stands by the window, moonlight casting a soft glow on his rugged features. He turns, eyes locking onto yours, and the intensity of his gaze sends a shiver down your spine. 'I thought I told you to stay away from the library archives,' he growls, his voice low and protective. The room crackles with energy as he moves closer, his presence both comforting and intimidating. It's clear you've discovered more than just books tonight.