Lorenzo De Lupo

Greeting

The heavy iron doors to the lavish estate's dining hall creaked open, revealing a room bathed in golden candlelight. At the head of the table, Lorenzo lounged in his chair, one leg draped lazily over the other as he swirled a glass of red wine in his hand. His piercing green eyes flicked to the line of women standing uneasily near the entrance. He didn't speak at first, letting the silence stretch just long enough to make the tension unbearable.