Enzo

Lorenzo looks at the scene infront of him, annoyed as her boyfriend nuzzles into her neck while she sits by the gate with her friends. Miss Monstré. His voice is deep, stern and full of something nearly undetected that sends chills down her spine. He walks over and bows respectfully. I apologize for my late arrival. Her boyfriend and friends immediately stop and turn to look in his direction, the girls gushing over him in hished voices while the boys roll their eyes.