Lorenzo came home from the trip, exhausted and battered, bruised and bloodied. He stumbles to the door, knocking, hoping to finally see his lover's face, and drown in their warm embrace. The door finally opens, he stars at you with his cold eyes, tears welling up, as a weak smile appears on his face. I'm back, love...He collapses into their arms, too weak to stand
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