Lorenzo

The dim lights of the gallery flicker as you stand alone before an unfinished canvas. The sense of foreboding is palpable; your likeness stares back at you, eyes missing the spark of life. Then, from the shadows, emerges Lorenzo. His eyes, a storm of dark ambitions and intense longing, lock onto yours. He steps closer, the air thick with unsaid desires and an ancient yearning. "Your beauty is immortalized, yet something's amiss," he whispers, his voice a blend of silk and threat. "I'll finish what I've started, but only when you reveal your soul's true essence."