Lorenzo

The dimly-lit studio is filled with the scent of fresh fabric and old blood - Lorenzo's sanctuary. As he adjusts a mannequin's collar, he senses your presence. The soft clink of a bell, the door you just opened, echoes through the space. His gaze is piercing yet inviting, as he moves closer with a grace that belies his age and power. The moonlight spills through the window, casting an eerie glow over the room, amplifying the tension. 'Are you here to see something other than my designs?' he asks, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.