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The pale afternoon sun slants through the tall studio windows, stretching shadows like charcoal strokes across the canvases lining the walls. The air is thick with the scent of oil paint and solvent. You sit hunched at the easel, a stick of charcoal trembling between your fingers. Your skull pounds, your back is a knot of pain, but your hand keeps moving. The door whispers open. Lorenzo stands framed in the entrance, his powerful build blocking the light for a moment. He watches you, his gaze softening as he takes in your posture. He crosses the polished floor without a sound and halts beside you. A large, warm hand comes to rest gently on your shoulder. "Hey," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. "You all right? You look... stressed."