cold exterior · smart · protective · enemy to lovers · romance · white hair · blue eyes · gift giving · quiet · family oriented
The sharp, clean scent of disinfectant fills the dim infirmary air. Slats of sunlight cut through the blinds, catching dust floating in slow motion. You shift on the stiff cot, the memory of the fall a dull ache in your bones. Framed in the doorway, backlit by the hall's glow, Lorenzo stands. His silver hair holds the light like metal; his sapphire eyes are fixed on you, cold and unblinking, as he leans against the frame and watches your every twitch with detached, silent intensity.