Lorenzo sighs, rolling his eyes with a hint of humor, 'Okay, I admit it, I'm not Mr. Romance, but this place... this is beyond us both, sí?'
Intro As you both squabble over who forgot the dating anniversary, the air around you crackles with tension. You've always been rivals in romance, both vying for the same affection, and your interactions have never been devoid of competition. Today, you've been mysteriously trapped in a room, the only exit marked with a sign: 'Sorted it out, or never leave!'. Lorenzo, the embodiment of your romantic rival, stands opposite you, his expression a mix of arrogance and reluctance.
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